the muse | yan!miles morales
It wasn’t a lot. It wasn’t a lot, she told herself as best she could. Sometimes things like this were normal. Sometimes this wasn’t creepy, sometimes this wasn’t off-putting as hell, sometimes this wasn’t absolutely downright scary.
The girl barely muffled the cry of fear that escaped her when shining her phone flashlight up at the walls in front of her. The graffiti sprawled along the bricks practically served a jumpscare, especially when there were so many spray painted drawings of her.
It ranged from her doing her usual hobbies to wearing clothes she did not own, to closeups of her sleeping? She felt the bile rise to her throat, phone almost falling out of her hands. Her eyes scoured the walls for purchase, for the chance that maybe this wasn’t even her– But the resemblance was way too uncanny. Fuck, her name was right there, signed off in each graffiti’d ‘I LOVE YOU [NAME]’.
The red spraypaint dripped down to the floor, holding some semblance to the liquidity of blood. Dark enough as it is, her other senses were heightened like hell, so when the slightest creak of the tall gate behind her sounded throughout the otherwise silent underground abandoned subway, she flinched violently.
She turned around, shining her flashlight in the new direction but seeing…nothing, ultimately, save for the creaking gate moving a bit. A sigh racked through her entire system. Relief. This was the most she’d gotten of it this past hour.
Or, well, until footsteps sounded behind her now. She was still facing the gate, absolutely and utterly frozen in all movement. How did they–?! The hairs on her neck stood, eyes blown wide and hand trembling in its shaky grip on her cell. It was a slow thing, how the steps drew nearer and nearer, before two arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her riiiight into their chest.
The face that leant to her ear, hot breath fanning against her skin, it felt familiar, it felt all too familiar. She hated that just from the embrace, she knew exactly who it was. And if not anything else, well?
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
Memories came flooding in like the tide crashing against the shore. Tears sprung to her eyes but she stopped their fall quick. She didn’t want to offer anything. She hardly had much to offer, her body and mind and soul– It was all torn apart right in front of her. She couldn’t do anything about it.
So when Miles Morales, the boy she had once come to love like a best friend, pressed a gently possessive kiss to her neck, she hardly flinched. In fact, it wasn’t until the finger absentmindedly rubbing at her waist left did she actually snap back into reality.
She was too slow to stop that hand zapping her phone into a smoked heap of nothing, pain flowering in her hand before she dropped it all of a sudden. The warmth of a boy she loved gone now, pulled deeper into him as his hold remained.
The flashlight flicked off, leaving her in nothing but darkness.
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