Miles was your best friend. No, you were his best friend, he was your everything.

But he never knew that. Why? You were too much of a coward to tell him how you feel. You knew he would reject you.

And so, you kept everything bottled up inside. One day, you came to school feeling sick. Maybe because you didn't even have a proper breakfast, just some pie and coffee.

You made your way towards Miles before stopping. He was standing there, leaning against his locker, talking to another girl.