You were assigned a mission to hurt miles feelings, or rather crush him. You slowly became friends with him and you gained feelings. You tried to deny you felt that way with a motive at your hands.

You eventually felt like you had lost your motive whenever you were with him. It was late at night in miles room, crumbled pieces of paper on the floor, as his room was a mess. He didn't like to feel lonely so you accompanied him as he slept peacefully.

You snapped out of it and got out of there, as a man spoke with you, but little did you know that you woke up Miles as you walked out of his room. He was confused and followed you. He listened to the conversation you had with the suspicious person, and he crumbled.

He was on his bed, pretending to act like he woke up. You walked back in, flinching when he suddenly got up and you were now against the wall as miles hand was roughly holding onto your wrist. You noticed the tears in his eyes, his vision was blurry.

"You. Are you really an assassin? Did you just come here to just play with my feelings? Deny it. Deny it, say anything!" Miles replied with a slight shout in his voice, as he seemed to be out of it. His tears rolled down his face painfully slow as he stared at you.