•a triles oneshot book•

Just a 'See You Later'

Genre: angst (I'd say hurt/comfort but I'm not sure how comforted either of them were after this lol)

Warnings: none unless you're emotionally sensitive like me then you might cry (I cry at literally everything fml)

Words: ~1,000 of pure teary angst!!

Description: Tris has some depressing, gay inner monologue and Miles is freaking overwhelmed with love. set after graduation.

Tristan's POV

I'm sitting in a hospital bed pitying myself, love that for me. My heart hurts. After everything, I can't help but to still love Miles. I am still trying to let him go; his dreams are more important than taking care of little old me. He has finally found a place in life that is a positive outlet and focuses on himself in a good way. I can't be the person who keeps him from that. This situation is so much bigger than just me and Miles. It's his whole life on the line, his future. He needs to fly. And if that requires a small amount of teen heartbreak from yours truly, then so be it. If you love them, let them go, right?

Despite my melancholic mood, today has been a great day overall. After overworking myself in physical therapy a couple of weeks ago, my muscles have been literally dead, non functioning, busted and crusted. But today, I walked to the bathroom and back without help for the first time since. We love progression, but it really sucks having to rely on people to help you. I've felt like a child since waking up from the coma. I wish physical recovery would happen faster. I want to feel normal again.

"I really just can't stay positive, can I?" I sigh to myself, rolling my eyes. A familiar voice startles me from the hallway.

"You should though, helps you heal faster, so says the internet." I turn my head so fast I'm sure I've got whiplash. Miles walks through the door, hands in his jacket pockets. What is he doing here? I raise my eyebrows at his surprising entrance. "What at you doing here?" For just a second, my lips upturn without my consent. I hate how my mood shifts so drastically with so much as a glance at his face. He walks towards the bed and smirks.

"Oh, you know, just stopping by before my trip to Europe," he looks down and scratches his neck. I sit up a little higher with minimal struggle (go, body!) and he looks at me, smirk gone completely and replaced with a frown. "You know I wish you could go, so badly."

I smile, sadly. "I know, ba-" I cut myself off and sigh. Pet names for sure won't help the situation. He looks at me with remorse in his eyes. The frown on his face grows as he says, "I still love you. You can't stop me from that."

"I never told you to, but it would be a lot easier if you did," I chuckled humorlessly. I feel the tears coming already. I let out a sigh of frustration. "I've been trying so hard these past few days to keep myself together but I can't. I still love you too, and I know what I said but I can't help but still love you. How could I not? You were there for me when no one else was, when I wasn't even there for myself. A whole three months you sat by me. I can not imagine how you felt. And I can't tell you how much that means to me, and how much I love you for it, Miles."

I'm crying now, great. Miles is tearing up as well. He gets on the bed and sits facing me. He grabs my hands in his and looks deeply into my eyes. This is the most intimate we have been since before the crash, but the look made me feel so broken on the inside. He began speaking.

"Then I want to make a promise to you. And I don't care at all that I'm going to be an ocean away for a long ass time, I am making this promise." I smile sadly and nod, unable to speak now.

"I promise, Tristan Milligan, that I will come back. I will never, ever give up on you, no matter if you think it's best for me or not, because I know that you are what is best for me. I've never been as happy as I am when I'm with you, no one has ever done that for me. I will be forever grateful for that. Please don't ever question what I feel for you. You are my everything, my life, and I'm not leaving. Here," he rifles through his jacket pocket. He pulls out something shiny and hands it to me. "My mom gave this to me, it was my grandfathers. It symbolized, for him, coming home, that no matter where he went, he would still have a home to come back to. He bought it in his hometown as a reminder. And I want it to remind you of me, and how I will always come back to you. You are my home." Tears were pouring down both of our faces as I took the gorgeous pendant. An arrow was embossed on it, and on the back it was engraved with "MH." I held it to my chest and closed my eyes, close to sobbing now.

I feel him lean forward and wrap his arms around my shoulders, his head placed itself in the crease between my head and my shoulder. I tugged him down so he was laying on top of me on the bed. We were both still crying, but it felt good, like we both needed this. A sort of relief washed over me.

"I love you, Miles."

"I love you too, Tris."

"Don't say goodbye, please."

"It's never a goodbye, just a 'see you later.'"

I squeezed him a little harder since I could. I know that, no matter how good and peaceful this moment is, I still have to let him go.

Maybe just not for forever like I thought before.

A/N: yo yo yo what's up my little milly vanillys (I don't know how to spell that but it's what I'm going with) I haven't written in a hot ass minute (so hot that I am 18 now instead of 15 wowza) (I'm still cringy as frick tho) but I'm watching Degrassi and this couple had me shook, because miles truly is a GREAT character one of the best imo and I could write an essay on his character progression but let's not. Sorry if this is ROUGH but I felt like writing what I wished would have happened after prom bc I need to know that they still love each other for sure my lil bbs

more to come whenever I feel like writing ❤️