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Miles poured some pain pills into his palm and swallowed them dry. It was a habit he'd picked up when life felt too heavy, when the stress became unbearable. He'd come to rely on it, even though he knew it wasn't a real fix. He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, searching for answers in the reflection, but only seeing a broken version of himself staring back.
Then, there were three knocks at the door.
"Miles? You in there?" Y/n's voice came through the door, soft but urgent. He let out a heavy breath before walking over to open it. After a beat, he walked back to the sink, his movements sluggish. Y/n followed him in, but she didn't say anything right away. She just stood there, watching him.
"Lock the door," Miles muttered without turning around. Y/n closed it behind her without responding.
"What happened back there?" she asked, her voice gentle but filled with concern. Miles didn't turn to face her. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on the mirror, his expression unreadable.
"Spoke my mind. Eso es lo que hice." He stared harder at his reflection, frustration building. His left eye—his biggest insecurity—was getting worse, and he struggled to see clearly through it. The thought of it just added to the stress.
(That's what I did)
"I had no idea you felt that way... I'm sorry you had to go through it alone," Y/n said, her tone soft, almost apologetic. She rubbed her forearm, her gaze drifting down to the floor.
"I go through everything alone. It's not like you can feel what I'm feeling." Miles dropped his head, his words tinged with bitterness. Y/n nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. She couldn't feel his pain, but she could see it. She could see how badly it was eating him alive.
Y/n pushed off the wall and moved closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her head on his back like he was the one place she could find comfort.
"I love you. No puedo sentir lo que tú sientes, pero I am here for you." She spoke softly, like a promise, a quiet reassurance that she wasn't going anywhere. Miles placed his hand over hers, letting her touch ground him for a moment.
(I can't feel what you feel but, I am here for you)
Miles closed his eyes, letting out a long breath before turning to face her. Her hands were still holding his, squeezing them tightly like she was trying to pour all her strength into him.
"I will always be here for you," she said, her words steady, unwavering. Miles watched as a tear slipped from his eye. He reached up, wiping it away before it could fall too far.
He looked at her for a long time, thinking about everything they'd been through together. What would his life have been like if he hadn't met her? She'd turned his world upside down, brought chaos and pain, but she also brought light. He'd hurt her, and he didn't know how she could still be here, fighting for him, but she was. And that meant everything.
