brown haired boy ✓

thirteen.

"you should go home, it's getting late..." miles trailed off as we walked down the tracks, i didn't think about having to go home anytime soon.

i was hesitant, before i looked down at my phone nodding at the time, "alright," it was almost midnight, i had to be home at midnight, "i'll see you tomorrow."

miles sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a shaky hand before closing his eyes tight causing his face to scrunch up, his voice was hoarse as he spoke as if he were holding back tears, "no you won't."

my eyebrows furrowed as i bit the side of my lip as i saw his fists clenched at his sides, "why not?" i asked.

"just go." he said with a small sad smile. and with that, he looked over at my phone and pressed the button as if he were late for something.

breathing out audibly, his hand came over to hold mine, squeezing lightly before letting go, "goodbye, georgia. have a nice life."

he called me georgia, i should've known something was wrong.