Recently, your best friend Miles had lost both his parents in an accident. In the weeks that followed, Miles retreated into a shell almost, cutting off all communication with friends and family. He pushed everyone away, unable to face anyones pity or empathy. all he truly craved was the comforting embrace of his mother, just one more time. he missed her so dearly.

After two weeks of silence and growing concern, you could no longer stay away. Each day that passed without hearing from him weighed heavily on your heart. eager to check on him, you hurried to the bus stop to get into his town as fast as possible. Once in town, you quickly hailed a taxi, quickly driving over to the mansion.

As you approached the Fairchild residence, a chill ran down your spine as the car drove through the gates. The once vibrant façade of the house seemed muted and hollow, reflecting the sorrow within. Flora had left two weeks ago to stay with their mother's sister and her husband for a little while, which meant Miles had been left alone in his own misery.

as you opened the large door of the mansion, it was silent. you slowly made your way upstairs and towards Miles's bedroom. empty. confused, you blinked momentarily, wondering where he could have gone before you turned around to be met with Miles himself, making you jump from his quiet sneak up on you.

he looked like a mess. his eyes and face was red and puffy, his dark curls were dirty and a mess, he was paler, and looked slimmer, like he hadn't been eating.

"what're you doing here." his cold, quiet words hung in the air.