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miles

i stop the car at a small restaurant, nothing too big, nothing special, just small and casual. charlie looks at me with a mixture of happiness and confusion.

"what are we doing here? you said it was just a car ride."

taking the time to smile at her, i take the keys in my hand, placing them in my pocket. i open the car door, closing it lightly as i rushed to charlie's door.

my hands felt cold on the door handle, my heart was beating fast as i opened it for her. "m'lady?" i smile, watching her get lost in the weather as she wrapped herself in her jacket.

i didn't have a goal right now, or so i thought. maybe i did, but i can't find it at the moment, i just wanted to be with her. but i needed her better.

"we- miles, what're we doing here?" she asked me, the small of the light made her glow around her brown hair.

i wanted to adventure into her mind.

"what else are we gonna do? we're going to eat!" i cheered as i linked my arm with hers, leading us to the stairs of the small place, smelling coffee.

i saw her purse her lips softly, letting out a quiet sigh from her chapped lips. "alright." The door opened, the handle in my hand.

my eyes traced the cafe, a lady smiling as she took orders of families, anyone. a man washing dishes behind a counter, chatting away with customers.

"let's sit," i lightly tug on her hand, hoping to get a giggle or a smile. but instead, I received a loose follow. "you're okay."

as we sat across from each other, i noticed the very little light in her eyes, giving hope back to make her smile. she really is trying.

"hiya, kids!" a soft new york accent said loudly, making us notice a woman with dark red lipstick, blonde hair put up behind a bandana. "what wouldya' like?"

i give a light smile back, looking at charlie with wide eyes, 'yikes' written all over my face. all she did was look at the lady, thinking.

i'm sure the accent would make charlie laugh if she was in the laughing mood, she only looked down. i wonder if it reminded her much of new york.

"i would like two pancakes and a coffee, dark, please." charlie spoke in a hushed tone, it wasn't sad, it was just not exactly happy.

i look outside, the window was clean and smelled like, well, clean. i let out a sad sigh, watching a bird fly around, splashing lightly in the water bowl.

"sir?" the accent said again, pulling me from the window. my eyes meet the brown eyes, staring at me sadly. "y-your order?"

i nod, bringing myself back as I thought again. "u-uh," i wasn't really hungry, but I still tried. "a salad please."

she nods, writing down words of mine, "and a water." she walks off with the notes, nodding my way. i give her a slight grin back.

"so, charlie." charlie looked at me slightly. as the window-light shines in, it shines on her eyes. as if they were water, sparkling like the sea.

i didn't continue my words, instead, i was trapped. her skin was glowing and glistening, looking like a peachy color, a beautiful color i admired.

it was a good idea to bring her out, make sure her skin was healthy.

"miles?" and, her voice, holy shit. it was like music to my ears, a rare song that almost everyone knows and loves. it wasn't just that plastic mumble anymore.

it was full.

i just stared and studied the girl among my sight.

charlie was beautiful, but she was more than that.  "miles, are you okay?" i blinked a few times, forcing my eyes to go to the table.

"sorry, i'm fine. how do you feel?" i fold my hands on the table, slightly crossing my legs under it. she softened her face, nodding her head.

"i'm alright, i think i'm getting better." the plates were placed in front of us, the glass slightly echoing as we stared and thanked the waitress.

i nod my head, "that's good." i didn't think charlie was getting better, but distant and cold. we haven't grown that close anymore, which is terrifying.

i can almost see through her.

"yeah." she whispered under her breath, eating slowly as she broke contact away. the glimmer was still there, not just hiding the fact she wanted the questions to stop.

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