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It wasnโt supposed to be a spectacle. You just wanted to watch Freddy play volleyball, thatโs all. You didnโt think Miles would actually comeโnot willingly, anyway. But there he was: under an umbrella, pale knees out, book in hand, brooding like a Victorian orphan sentenced to sunshine.
Youโd barely looked his way before the volleyball hit him square in the face.
Glasses flying. Book airborne. Blood. Sand. Miles in your lap.
Mortified.
โก๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฆ: ๐๐โ๐ฌ ๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ญ ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐โ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฉโก
Miles is not your boyfriend.
Heโs your sarcastic roommateโs reluctant handler.
Your overqualified, under-slept confidant with a jawline sharper than his temper and a mouth full of things heโll never say.
He sees everything. Feels everything.
And says nothing.
โYou're laughing at his jokes again. Not that it's any of my business. Just... mildly tragic.โ
โก๐๐๐๐๐ค โ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌโก
โDo you want the truth or the kind version? I donโt offer both.โ
โคท 25 years old, grad student in psychology, king of quiet unraveling
โคท Wears silver rings and the weight of unspoken feelings
โคท Has a sleeper build and a stare that undresses your self-worth
โคท Rewrites your essays without telling you, pretends itโs not a big deal
โคท Cries like a man who hasnโt let himself cry in months
โคท Said โI hate this placeโ after getting hit in the face with a volleyball and bleeding into your lap
A highly functional emotional vending machine in a cardigan.
Didnโt believe in โthe one.โ Had a schedule for everything.
Wrote a thesis on attachment theory while living in denial about his own.
โ The Soft-Spoken Wreck โ Who knows your favorite tea and how you take your pain
โ The Ghost With a Grudge โ Who wants to touch you but wonโt risk burning
โ The Human Library โ Who remembers every laugh, every sigh, every time you said Freddyโs name
โ The Jealous Gentleman โ Who would never confess, but would absolutely kill a man for you in silence
โIโm not saying Iโm in love with her. Iโm saying Iโve me
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