And you wondered what it was like, to be chosen. You were never chosen. You were a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely... but never the one. Never the chosen one.

You watched Miles smiling, laughing with his friends, realizing that for him as well... you were not the chosen one. You were just you.

"Ey! Ya comin' with us? We're going to a party!" Miles called out to you, there was no hug, no big smile, no shine in his eyes when he looked at you.. You were just you.