brown haired boy ✓

nine.

"where do these tracks even go?"

"through a tunnel, into darkness, and then it descends back into light."

i don't know what it was exactly but i found myself walking beside him later that day, my feet trailing his.

"where are we going?" i asked but he simply ignored me, his duffle bag strapped on his back. we were on the tracks, heading towards the light as he'd said. his silhouette was a picture of perfection as we kept going.

and then we were in the city, miles basically disappearing into thin air.

the sound of a throat clearing caused me to look up, he was moving up the side of a fire escape. holding out his hand, miles raised an eyebrow at me when i didn't grab onto him, "scared?"

"ha! you wish..." i said, securing my guitar on my back and reaching for his ringed fingers.

miles let out a laugh, "don't fall."