Middle of somewhere - The Neighbourhood
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Your pov. Seven days later.
I'm in my bed.. wondering.
Wondering why I can't piece myself together..
Why can't I make up my mind?
I can't choose wether to help him or run..
I want to help..
But I don't have a single clue what to do.
I don't even know what's wrong with him.
This is tearing me to shreds..
I'm going insane.
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Miles' pov.
I think I'm feeling better..
I gotta go see y/n.
I go to her house and knock on the door, which she immediately answered.
She had a worried look on her face like she just seen someone die or something.
I can tell.
I made this exact face when I watched Flora die.. right in my arms..
I wont get into detail..
"Y/n? What's wrong?" I ask her.
she doesn't answer, she just runs up the stairs.
I assume that she'd want me to come in, only because she left the door open for me.
I walk in and close the door behind me.
'Should I.. follow her..?' I thought.
I walk upstairs without making up my mind, and head to her room.
She's curled up into a ball in the corner.
I stare for a while before walking over and sitting next to her.
"Y/n..?" I rub her back.
She turns to look at me.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
She starts frantically touching my face.
"Y- you're alive.." she almost whispers.
I furrow my eyebrows.
"Of course.. why wouldn't I be?" I ask.
"I- I saw you die just now- I- there was blood everywhere..!" She says.
"What?!" I get even more confused.
"It must've been a dream or something!" I try to convince her.
"No, Miles.. it was all too real." She looks at me with a very stern look.
"Then how am I sitting next to you right now?" I ask her, still baffled.
"You're not the real Miles.. are you..?" She squints.
"Wh- what?" I scoff, "How could that be possible?" I start to get nervous.
"You're not him... You're NOT him!" She exclaims.
She starts hitting my chest as she started to cry.
The hits don't hurt, so I just look down at her, kneeling in front of me and hitting my chest over and over again.
I just hug her, very tightly.
I try to make her stop, and soon, after a lot of hesitating, she does.
I just sit there hugging her in a comfortable silence.
My fingers tighten and start to claw against her back.
I smile in satisfaction.
I need to stall for a bit longer.
