after miles left, i was on autopilot.

i went to work, i performed, i ate, i slept, i even found myself sitting at the tracks by myself for hours on end. it was like i couldn't function without him and in those short months of knowing miles, i'd learned to live with his constant presence.

so one night, i got trashed.

i got so drunk i couldn't even remember my own name when i showed up at the diner and i cried on my uncle's shoulder for the first time in years.

i cried over the brown haired boy.

and i couldn't explain why it felt like i'd lost him.

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a/n:
quote me on that picture.