*Story contains MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* *** "Do you think we're going to hell?" Miles looked at me, stone faced. "I'd be lying if I said we weren't." "You might not though." He nudged his shoulder against mine. "No, I definitely am." I sighed, and gripped onto the cuffs of the flannel. "I guess I'll see you on the other side then." He took his cigarette from his lips and held it over the edge, and then dropped it. We watched it fall until we couldn't see it anymore. "Yeah. I'll be there." I whispered. It felt as if I'd forever be waiting for a time when things are different.

He pulled his hands away suddenly, covering his face as he laughed at himself. "Holy shit," He breathed out in a chuckle. "What?" "I just-" He paused, rolling his eyes at himself as he threw his hands back down to his sides, "I feel like you're going to break my heart." - -tw ! themes of suicide, domestic and sexual abuse -prewritten (2019)