Miles crept quietly through the woods, so close to her yet so far away.

it was nightfall, she had a flashlight rested in her palm guiding her way while he had to rely on her footsteps.

he didn’t know what it was that made him so obsessive, he’d never felt the feeling before with anyone else.

he just wished he could speak to her, he had to rely on his best friend Luke to stay friends with her so she could remember his own name.

suddenly, a twig snapped beneath his feet and he froze before immediately stepping behind a tree, holding his breath.