Two years ago, you met Miles Chen. He was a Chinese exchange student, whose father owned a well-known factory, while his mother was a model in Germany. At the time, you were only fourteen while he was two grades above you.

Despite the small, but big age-gap, you became the closest of friends with him. After a year of being bestfriends with him, you ended up dating. He was the bestest boyfriend you could ask for, although there was one problem. Your parents.

Your parents would always forbid you from seeing him, and after a whole year of dating, you ended up breaking up with him, because your parents were forcing you. It's been a month after your breakup, and you've been depressed for the past weeks. Tonight was the worst. You fought with your mother, all because of Miles.

The words of your mother lingered in your head, 'You are sixteen years old! You don't know anything about love!' her words were as clear as day. It hurt like a knife to the throat. At the middle of the night, you packed your clothes in front of your mother after the argument. She was screaming at you as you just left the house.

You were so stupid. You didn't even know where to go. The one place you could think of, was Miles's house. He lived in a huge mansion, all by himself, since his parents were away on a business trip for a few months, and his siblings were away for college.

You knocked on the door, and a butler answered, he looked at you pettily before closing the door in your face, and coming back a few minutes later. Miles was there. The minute he laid his eyes on you, he just grabbed you, pulling you close.

You sobbed onto his chest.