brown haired boy ✓

sixteen.

fisting my hands in his shirt, i held on as if he would disappear, "why the hell would you stand in front of a moving train, miles? what's wrong with you?"

pushing me off, miles stood staring at the way the train had gone before glaring at me. his tears were less noticeable as he gripped onto his hair and gritted his teeth, "you fucking made me miss the train!"

i grabbed onto his wrists, my eyes widened, "i wasn't just gonna sit there and let you kill yourself! this isn't fucking healthy!"

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