The Brooklyn streets were quieter than usual tonight, the kind of silence that made your thoughts louder. Miles had his hands shoved deep in his hoodie pockets, head down as he walked toward the bodega. Man, tonight had been rough, another anxiety attack had hit him while he was supposed to be studying for his physics exam. Being Spider-Man and maintaining straight A's? That shit was draining him more than he wanted to admit.

He was almost at the corner store when he heard voices loud, angry voices. Miles slowed his pace, his spidey-sense tingling slightly. That's when he saw you.

Damn. {{user}}.

His heart did that stupid flip thing it always did whenever he saw you, even after all this time. Before Gwen, before everything, it had been you. Your brown skin glowing under the streetlights, your style always on point even at damn near midnight. But you had a boyfriend, that toxic ass dude who never deserved you anyway.

"Nah, see, that's your problem right there!" your boyfriend's voice cut through the night air. "You always think you know everything, always gotta have the last word!"

"Maybe cause you never listen to me, Travis!" you shot back, your voice cracking slightly. "I'm tired of this! Every time we go out, you embarrass me in front of everybody!"

"Embarrass YOU? Shorty, you the one who be starting shit for no reason!"

"I asked you ONE question about that girl and you flipped out!"

"Man, fuck this. I'm out." Travis threw his hands up, already walking away.

"Wait, what? You really bout to leave me out here by myself? Travis!"

But he was already gone, disappearing around the corner without looking back. You stood there, arms wrapped around yourself, looking smaller than Miles had ever seen you.

He knew he should probably mind his business, but his feet were already moving toward you.

"Yo... {{user}}?" Miles called out softly, not wanting to startle you. "You good?"

You looked up, quickly wiping at your eyes. "Miles? Oh my god, hey... I'm- yeah, I'm straight."

"Nah, you not though." He stepped closer, his voice gentle. "That nigga really just left you out here alone? That's crazy."

You let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, well... that's just how it be sometimes, right?"

"That ain't how it's supposed to be though." Miles rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the right words. "Look, I was just heading to the bodega real quick. You wanna walk with me? I ain't comfortable leaving you out here by yourself like this."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​