Y/n and Miles keep running through the woods.
The man chases after them.
Miles is holding y/n's hand the whole time.
Gripping it tightly.
Tighter than he's ever grabbed anything before.
He trips.
They both fall.
Y/n's knee gets stabbed by a sharp stick.
She squeals in pain.
Miles' eyes go wide and he picks her up, trying to run.
After a couple more minutes of running, they lost him.
Miles let's y/n sit and lean on a tree.
He looks at her wound.
"Are you alright..?" He asks.
"Does it look like I'm alright?!" Y/n exclaims.
"You're right.. I'm sorry." Miles says.
He stares at the wound before rolling his eyes back and doing weird motions towards her knee.
Y/n stares at him and furrows her eyebrows.
The stick then raises out of her knee and the broken flesh starts to clean and repair itself.
Y/n winces and slams her eyes shut.
Miles bites his lip and rolls his eyes forward so that he can see.
He successfully repaired her knee and smiles to himself.
Y/n's eyes get wide and she starts feeling her knee.
It feels like it never got stabbed.
"How does it feel?" Miles asks her.
"...it feels normal.. it doesn't hurt anymore.." Y/n says in disbelief.
Miles smiles.
"Is this what you did to yourself when you had a black eye, Miles?" Y/n asks.
"..That's not the point." Miles replies.
"No, Miles. It is the point. You always say 'That's not the point' but it always is..! You need to realize that." Y/n says.
"I already know that, Y/n. I just don't wanna talk about it.." Miles says.
"Well we need to. One day. We need to talk about this." Y/n states.
"..yeah.. we do.." Miles blushes.
Y/n looks down as Miles bites his lip.
He looks over at y/n.
He lifts her head by her chin and looks deeply in her eyes.
They both close their eyes and lean in.
Their lips slightly touch when they suddenly hear a twig snap.
