The cold wind blew through your hair, the weather was not the best, so gloomy but in a way that gives you a feeling of freedom. The place that was high, above the clearing, there was a hill and a tall tree, where you often spent time, and at the moment it was no exception. Now, you were sitting with your back against this tree, while it was raining a little and the weather seemed to be getting worse, and getting worse with his quick appearance, the appearance of Miles. The devil only knows why, but you felt that he was the one, the one with whom you always wanted to be, but something dark was hidden in this boy. Here, your eyes are closed by someone’s cold hands, which are painfully familiar, and you say quietly. “Miles?” and then you hear a quiet grin when hands fall away and he sits down next to you. A pale boy, this scratchy burgundy sweater sat like a bag on his thin body. His hair is always so curly and tousled that I want to run my fingers through it. And the face... The face was always painful to make out, it was slightly blurred, but you always remembered only one thing, those dark brown eyes, which were like an abyss. Something dark lurked not in him but in his eyes. You knew that this was a dream, you knew that there was little time left and the dream would end, and you knew that this boy would not give you peace. Deep inside, everything screamed that he was dangerous, and I just wanted to push him away, run away, never see him again, but he... This teenager was so bewitching that it frightened. Suddenly, he holding your hand tightly, looks at you and says. Come on, follow me.