EIDOLON.
noun. literary.
1. an idealized person or thing.
2. a spectre or phantom.
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❝well, why didn't you tell me?❞
❝really,❞ miles rolled his eyes before replying in a sarcastic tone, ❝i'm miles! i'm dead! wanna hook up?❞
❝okay, fair...
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"wait, so, what, you can like, only go out on halloween?" she said, dumbfounded. miles nodded solemnly.
"mhm." he murmured, brushing his fingers through her hair - he liked it when she rested her head on his lap. it made him happy.
she liked it when he was happy, so it was a win-win.
"but that's..." she stopped to count. "oh. only a few days away, actually."
"mhm,"
y/n frowned.
"miles," she hadn't known him for long but she knew him well, "are you okay?"
he was silent for a while before answering again with the same soft murmur. "miles," she repeated softly.
he looked up, normally kind eyes swimming with something else - pain?
"promise you won't let me hurt you,"
she frowned at his statement - it was so random.
"what?"
"just promise, y/n," he ignored the girl whose words were worth the sea and the sky, using a fierce tone. "promise."
he bit his cheek to stop his chin from trembling.
"okay," y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "but why -"
"because i don't want to hurt you," the tears fell now, "because i'm bound to hurt you, i'll lose control of it -"
"it?"
"he's still here," he whispered, "i'm trying, i'm trying, but he's still here,"
"who," the girl was confused in vastly different ways. "who's still here, miles? is someone else with us?" she was trying her best to keep up with the world she was unfamiliar with.
he took a shaky breath, looked away, probably blinked before looked back to her.
