You two had always been close. Your sense of humor, the way you carried yourselves, always mimicked each others. After Miles lost his brother, he was a different person. You began to drift apart, a slow painful process of a friendship out-growing itself. All you wanted to do is have things the way it used to be one last time, even for a moment.

You two had a hangout spot, a train track. You’d scream your frustration out once a train went by. You decided to go there tonight, sneaking out late.