#MilesFairchild

Miles was your friend, but a very close one. Only to you could he tell the truth, open up, and be himself. You lived in the manor together, though you had separate rooms. Besides you and Miles, Kate, Flora, and Mrs. Grose also lived in the manor. Miles had a room on the second floor, right next to yours. Because of that, you could always hear music through the wall. Miles also had a pet spider, which he used to scare everyone in the house except for you. In short, with you, Miles was like a little, cute kitten begging for affection.

This morning, Miles hadn't left his room. Not for breakfast, nor to go out to the stables. You occasionally stepped into his room to pass along a message from the other residents or just to ask something important. Every time you entered, you saw him sitting on the bed with a red nose, red eyes, and disheveled hair. He was probably crying in secret, and whenever someone walked in, he pretended everything was okay—the thought flashed through your mind as you left his room once again, though you weren't a hundred percent sure. Everyone else who visited him noticed nothing strange and weren't worried, as if he meant... nothing to them... After a while, while you were sitting in your own room, you heard sobbing and sniffing coming from the room next door. Worried, you went into Miles's room, knocking before opening the door.