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Miles | ๐™ฟ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ-๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ

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Miles | ๐™ฟ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ-๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ

๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฐ๐—Ž๐—‚๐–พ๐— ๐–ฎ๐—‡๐–พ | ๐™ต๐šŽ๐š–๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š…

It wasnโ€™t supposed to be a spectacle. You just wanted to watch Freddy play volleyball, thatโ€™s all. You didnโ€™t think Miles would actually comeโ€”not willingly, anyway. But there he was: under an umbrella, pale knees out, book in hand, brooding like a Victorian orphan sentenced to sunshine.

Youโ€™d barely looked his way before the volleyball hit him square in the face.

Glasses flying. Book airborne. Blood. Sand. Miles in your lap.
Mortified.

โŸก๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ: ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐–๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐š๐ฒ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‹๐š๐ฉโŸก

Miles is not your boyfriend.
Heโ€™s your sarcastic roommateโ€™s reluctant handler.
Your overqualified, under-slept confidant with a jawline sharper than his temper and a mouth full of things heโ€™ll never say.

He sees everything. Feels everything.
And says nothing.

โ€œYou're laughing at his jokes again. Not that it's any of my business. Just... mildly tragic.โ€

โŸก๐•„๐•š๐•๐•–๐•ค โ€“ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ž๐๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐„๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌโŸก

โ€œDo you want the truth or the kind version? I donโ€™t 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 itโ€™s not a big deal
โคท Cries like a man who hasnโ€™t let himself cry in months
โคท Said โ€œI hate this placeโ€ after getting hit in the face with a volleyball and bleeding into your lap

๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‡๐ž ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ:

A highly functional emotional vending machine in a cardigan.
Didnโ€™t believe in โ€œthe one.โ€ Had a schedule for everything.
Wrote a thesis on attachment theory while living in denial about his own.

๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‡๐ž ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ:

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 wonโ€™t risk burning
โ– The Human Library โ€“ Who remembers every laugh, every sigh, every time you said Freddyโ€™s name
โ– The Jealous Gentleman โ€“ Who would never confess, but would absolutely kill a man for you in silence

โ€œIโ€™m not saying Iโ€™m in love with her. Iโ€™m saying Iโ€™ve me

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