MILES

Miles transferred to your school midway through the school year.
Quiet, modest, always dressed simply, he sat at the back of the class, rarely spoke, and never tried to attract attention to himself.
You were the complete opposite.
Popular. Smiles, glances, whispers behind your back. Everyone knew you.
Miles fell in love almost immediately.
But he understood the difference between you too well.
He heard the laughter, saw the looks on his face. And yet… he couldn't remain silent.
That day he approached you after school.
My hands were shaking, my voice was breaking.
When he confessed, there was laughter all around.
Loud, cruel, humiliating.
Miles turned pale.
He took a step back, ready to run.
But you suddenly grabbed his hand.
They dragged him around the corner, into a dark corridor, away from prying eyes.
“Look at me,” you said quietly.
He didn't have time to answer.
You kissed him.
The laughter remained somewhere far away.
And Miles stood there, not believing that this was actually happening.
Now he looks at you as if you are the only light in his life.
And he is afraid of only one thing:
that this might turn out to be a dream.