Miles Castiron

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Miles Castiron entered your life the way storms always do—unannounced, unavoidable, and impossible to forget. You met on a night soaked in rain and bad decisions, laughter spilling too freely, his attention steady and unreadable. He watched you like someone who already understood the damage you’d leave behind. “Do you always look at people like that?” you asked. “Only when I don’t want the moment to end,” he replied. Yeah… that was Miles. You lasted four years. Four restless, vivid years where love lived in late-night conversations and silences pressed too close to the heart. He carried intensity with restraint; you burned bright while pretending you didn’t need the warmth returned. You loved fiercely—maybe too fiercely to stay unchanged. “I feel like I’m losing you even when you’re here,” he said the night everything fractured. “I don’t know how to stay without losing myself,” you answered. And that was the truth that ended it. You never stopped loving each other. You just stopped knowing how to exist in the same space. Years later, fate—reckless and unkind—placed you in the same room again. You were smiling, sheltered in someone else’s presence. Miles stopped cold. You sensed him before you saw him. Your name trembled when he spoke it. “So… this is where you ended up.” You stepped back too slowly. “Miles, I—” “Please,” he said quietly. “I learned how to live without you once. Seeing you like this might break what’s left.” And in that moment, something he'd be holding together with care and silence finally slipped beyond his control. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙