brown haired boy ✓

seventeen.

"i can't get her out of my fucking head, georgie. i want to go." he was downing another beer, and lighting a cigarette and doing everything my parents had told me to stay away from. he'd long since disarmed me of his wrists, long since stopped crying and sat down in defeat.

back
where
we
started.

"miles... i'm sorry." i didn't have to explain why i was apologizing, he already knew as i stared at him. i'd brought her up that day, i'd asked him about her and i was the one who caused his thoughts to relapse.

even though he was barely recovering.

and keeping his eyes on the tracks, "tell me about you, georgie."

"miles, you almost died and you want to hear about me?"

his lazed figure tensed for a second, and for some reason i found his head resting on my shoulder as we stared towards the sky, "if it'll help me forget her for a little, then yes."