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Somehow I already knew it even before I opened my eyes.
I already knew he was there, sitting on a chair by the hospital bed I’m lying on, waiting for me to show any sign of consciousness.
He always leaves.
But he always, always comes back.
I already knew how beautiful he looked,
His pale skin almost blending in with the white walls and ceiling of the room even before I turned my head to gaze at him.
He always have been so beautiful.
So beautiful that I could stare at him all day until my eyes are heavy and I fall asleep just to wake up and do it all over again.
I already knew how soft his touch would be even before he took my hand in his.
He has always been warm.
Warmer than the sunlight streaming through the blinds slightly grazing both our heated skins.
What’s more was this— I already knew I was in love with him even before his wonderful lips uttered my name,
Colored with too much worry and the love he has for me that he’s always tried too hard to suppress.
It was the same one he used every time my nine-year-old self was having trouble with homework
or scraped his knees when we were still kids.
It sounded so much like home.
And at that moment I realized ever so belatedly that my home was him— Miles.
From the moment he stood up from his seat and saved me like he knew me
To the moment everyone refused to help him and it was my turn to do the saving
Until the moment that salvation becomes a thing of our past,
He was my home, and forever he will be.