wrapped in doubt, i found myself speaking to miles for the first time in three weeks.

"i got the job." it was a simple job at the local indie record shop that miles had shown me one day but it had meant so much to him that i liked it. even the fact that i applied there had made him happy before but now he barely gave a glance.

he simply nodded at me as he sat on the edge of my bed, his eyes trained on the comforter as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. miles looked different, he looked defeated as he had that last night at the tracks. his brown hair fell over his features as his shoulders were slumped and his brown eyes were slowly loosing their spark.

"miles, please talk to me."

he opened his mouth to speak, my hope rising as his eyes flickered to the door and his voice came out hoarse, "i'm going for a walk."

"miles-"

he sighed at my obvious hesitation, his walls built around him and caging him in as i left myself on the outskirts, "the train doesn't come for another week, georgia."

he had memorized the times of the midnight train.