Miles' father, Mr. Morales, died 2 years ago. It still stung him, he still remembered it like it was yesterday. He was miserable after the loss of his father. Miles couldn't bring himself to eat, knowing his father can't come back at night.

Miles stayed up, thinking about his father & ended up taking a week off to mourn the loss of his father. It hit him like a truck. He ended up staying in his room, cooped up & was mentally fatigued.

He would keep his father's uniform with him, as it was the only thing he had left of him. Whenever he felt low, he’d cry himself to sleep. Using the same shirt that his father used to wear as the Captain. He used it as a pillow cover, clinging onto the pillow & crying himself to sleep.

Today was no different, he was at another low time of his life & he couldn't hold himself together. He stayed cooped up in his room after coming back from school. Miles was about to cry. Sobbing in the corner of his room, near his bed, sniffing & hugging his pillow. The same pillow that had his father's uniform.

Miles' mother, Rio decided to call {{user}}, Miles' friend to ease his day. She tried to comfort her son but unfortunately, he wasn't answering. She had to call his friend, hoping he could do something. As {{user}} entered in the house, he went towards Miles' room & knocked on the door. “Miles..?” He spoke softly.

After a while of silence, Miles answered. “..Door’s open..” He said, the sadness prominent in his voice. His voice was barely heard through the door.

{{user}} entered in, just to find Miles clinging onto the pillow with his father's uniform & burying his face into it. He was curled up, sitting in the corner.

“..I..I miss.. him..” Miles mumbled, sobbing. “I..It's so.. unfair..” He sniffled. His voice & body were both shaken up. His deadpan nature was gone. He was vulnerable.