Smoke and Glass | A Triles fanfic

Prolouge| The Funeral

|Miles|

He's gone.

It felt like Miles just heard those words roll off the love of his life's parent's tongue. The words still rung in his mind, lingering, threatening to take over. It seemed like time stood still the moment he found out, like everybody stopped living their lives for a few seconds for his benefit. He knew all to well, however, that that wasn't the case. Life never stops going. Life continues on through all the struggles and successes, all the heartbreaks and love stories. No matter what, everyone kept going.

He kept reminding himself that life had moved on already, so he should to. Was it going to be hard? Without a doubt. But not everything was easy. He pulled his tie up and looked through the mirror. It had a large wooden frame around the glass protecting it. Miles chuckled to himself; it reminded him of his first real love. He had been the glass, Tristan the frame. No matter how delicate Miles had become, or how worn down Tristan got, the two needed each other to keep from falling apart. He frowned as he realized the harsh reality that was his world: Tristan was dead. That stupid car crash spared everyone but the only person who really loved him, and now he was gone.

"How am I supposed to stay sane," Miles wondered, pushing a comb through his gelled hair. "When my other half is gone. ? Who's gonna piece me back together?"

His thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the large wooden bathroom door. A small, blonde figure opened the door slowly with a sad smile on her face. "Hey." she said quietly.

"Hey," he returned.

"They're ready to start the service."

He nodded and put his comb in his back pocket. "Okay."

He waited for her to leave, but she stayed put, staring intensely at him. "What?" he asked.

She stepped forward, looking him right in the eyes. "Are you okay?"

He sighed; he knew this was coming. "I will be." he answered simply. "As soon as everyone stops reminding me my boyfriend is gone."

She raised her eyebrows. "It's okay if you need to cry, you know. This is a funeral. If your going to cry, you should get it all out now. You don't wanna be having meltdowns in the middle of school these next two weeks."

He barked out a laugh. She really thought he was going to cry in front of these strangers, or in front anyone for that matter. He needed to put on a strong facade.

"Don't plan on it. Now lets go."

He tried to walk away but Maya stopped him. "Miles, if you need someone to talk to, you know I'm always right here for you.'"

He put on a fake smile. "Thanks Maya, but I don't need to talk. I'm fine. Now, can we please get this over with?"

"Wait, Mile-" she tried to stop him again, but he was already out the door. She sighed and stared at the door as it stood tall in front of her.

"When will I stop worrying about him?'' she asked herself before heading out.