brown haired boy ✓

twenty-one.

is it wrong that i ignored miles for days after that?

"are you okay?" he asked as i was digging through my closet that following monday.

no. i couldn't really hold him accountable due to the fact that we both knew he was in love with her. it was my fault for taking him so seriously when he was under the influence. i wasn't fine, i was sad and confused and so fucking irritated.

miles reached for my hand when i snatched it away. he followed me through my room as i tried to find something suitable for job-hunting. apparently graduating early and taking a year off before college still included getting a job, "georgie-"

"i'm fine, miles."

"you're not," miles moved his head down to my height and looked up at me with a pout, "tell me what i did wrong and i'll fix it."

you didn't do anything wrong. what's wrong is us, this.