Beautifully Broken

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The air was cold as it hit my face through the rolled down window.

Miles was driving 65mph in an empty freeway, it was well past 2am and we had been on the road for a total of 12 hours.

After hitting the last truck stop for gas and food, Miles made a pit stop into a thrift store.

We held hands tightly as we hurried down the parking lot and into the warm store.

Once we had gotten inside, it smelled kind of musty with cinnamon apple scents. It was intriguing as I looked around the stuffy place covered in so many different items to choose from. Everything seemed to be crammed in together but placed in such beautiful ways that it felt like walking through a thrifty forest of sorts.

Miles looked over at me with a sparkle in his eyes, that I had never seen before which made my cheeks instantly feel hot.

"Are you blushing Evie?" Miles teasingly spoke with a toothy grin.

"No." I lied, covering my cheeks instantly.

"Don't. I wanna see you." He said, putting his hand over me and pulling my hand off my cheek to see my rose color.

I looked at him, looking at me our eyes meeting and his smile widen.

"Beautiful." Was all he said, making me smile goofily.

He took my hand in his, turning towards the direction of a small aisle. As we walked I light touched everything dragging my fingers over item we passed.

Then we stopped in a tiny section full of quilts.

"Choose one babe." Miles said.

I looked around the at him confused.

"Pick a blanket, the car gets cold at night. I want my girl to stay warm." He moved behind me now pulling me into his front softly, wrapping his arms around my waist, lightly kissing my temple.

The gesture might've been juvenile but for two escaped mental patients on the run. This was the sweetest most romantic thing I could've imagined ever.

"What are you thinking about?" Miles asked, looking over at me his beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind from the air outside.

His eyes blue as the ocean, beautiful in such a new way that it terrified me.

"Your beautiful." I heard myself blurting out, my cheeks went red instantly.

He laughed, his head going back.

God he was like a god of sorts.

"Only on the outside baby." He said focusing back on the road.

"You are the beautiful one." He said looking at me for a split second before returning his eyes back on the road.

I turned my face away from him, feeling exposed and not enjoying how it felt.

I had never saw myself as beautiful. Maybe average on a good day. Basic most of all, but never beautiful.

"Why do you always say that?" I asked.

"Say what?"

"That your beautiful only on the outside? Your not a bad person...always." I said shifting in my seat and turning to face him.

"Put your seat belt on Evie." He spoke sternly.

"Answer the question Miles." I said back in a stern like voice, not as sternly as his.