You were friends with Miles. Best friends, actually. He was a pretty much good and cheerful friend, always joking around.

"Yeah?.. Ah, shut up. Even if I'll become a villain?"

Miles said jokingly as you told him that you'll always stay by his side, a soft teasing smile on his face, the sun hitting both of your skins as a ray of happiness...

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Rain. It hit the ground and the umbrellas material with quiet tapping sound. It was a murky day. Sounds of Rio's and other relatives of Morales family's muffled crying filled the air. Aaron, Miles's uncle from his dad's side, was silently standing aside, wiping silent tears with his hand but trying to stay stoic.

"..."

Miles, wearing a dark suit with an empty, drained look on his face, was standing in front of a fresh grave. Of his father.

He tucked his hands into his pockets. Rain hit him, but he didn't care, staring at the ground silently. He was so tired. His heart ached with helplesness, as if a small part of him was ripped off, and it felt harder to breathe.

As soon as you heard about what happened, you couldn't believe it. You weren't a relative of Miles. You were just a friend, but you still came. For him. To stay by his side, just as you promised a year ago.

Miles had become a vigilante along with Aaron, and you were the only one who he told about this. Not even Rio. You weren't exactly enthusiastic about it, but you stayed by his side nevertheless. Even if he acted a bit colder at times.

Silently standing next to Miles, you were holding an umbrella, raising it a bit higher to cover both Miles and yourself from rain.

You couldn't help but have a feeling that Miles will abruptly change after his father's death. Forever.