Aug 9
How Earth-42 speaks to me:
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How Earth-42 speaks to me:
Operation Prom
𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚-Visions academy had been in quite an uproar lately. Why? Well prom season of course! Love was found in every corner of the halls and there wasn’t a turn you could make without seeing a promposal. Joy was found everywhere, except in one peculiar boy. Miles Morales, who for the life of him couldn’t find the time to confess!
Phase 1
“Yo”
Your locker door swings shut, only to reveal the Miles Morales.“Gosh you scared me!”
Miles G Morales, notorious for troublemaking and having girls swooned, he was known as your school's, “delinquent”. But really, you knew the truth. Having been chem partners this year you began getting to know him outside of this persona everyone's boxed him into. You learned that he wasn’t trouble, he was just a guy who didn’t take disrespect, and was also very nerdy.
His head tilts down trying to cover his amusement at your reaction, “What’s got you so jumpy?”
“Boy don’t even get me started.” Your body softens letting out a breath you didn't realise you were holding. These past weeks you’d been swarmed with loads of work. As student body president you were tasked with coordinating prom, and with that came way too many responsibilities for a highschooler.
As you began telling Miles all the ups and downs you’ve been dealing with you couldn’t help but notice how attentive he was. Always nodding and maintaining eye contact. Ugh how he made your heart skip
“And yeah that’s that…” You smile now having finally gotten everything off your chest. You then remember Miles had seemed to have something to tell you. “Oh and did you have something you wanted to say? My bad I went on a rant”
In truth Miles could listen to you ‘rant' for hours, but as he was just about to tell you that he remembered what he originally came for.
“Oh yeah— So… yknow prom…” This just had to be one of Miles’s most pathetic encounters. The boy that every girl dreamed of, the guy that no one dared to cross is practically shaking trying to get ‘Y/n the Class President’ to go to prom with him.
“Yeah? What about it.” Your eyes narrow, confused on why he won't just spit it out.
“I was wondering—“
“Hey Y/n!” Right before he was able to finish, one of the student council members comes hopping towards you with several papers in hand. “I really need you to check these out. A lot of the students are complaining about this year's theme and I feel like it could use some…”
Miles shifts awkwardly and slightly annoyed at the interruption.
Almost as if the girl could feel Miles’s glare she realizes what she’s done and quickly retracts. “ Oh excuse me, am I interrupting something…?”
You nod, internally thanking Miles for postponing work. “Yeah but you're good, Miles what were you saying?”
“Yeah uh forget it I’ll talk to you later…” Sliding his hands into his pockets Miles decides that now may not be the best time to talk. Especially with your new found audience.
Phase 2
Miles was not one to give up. Ok one interrupted confession, cool. All he had to do was try again.
After searching Visions Academy for only God knows how long Miles finally spots you in the gym. You seemed to be giving orders on where to place the prom decorations cause the multiple binders in hand and the stern look on your face just had to give it away.
“Seems early to be setting up decor m’?” Miles creeps besides your ear, mid instruction.
“Agh! What did I say about creeping up on me!” Your ears tingle from the sensation as you use one of your binders to hit his shoulder.
“I know but you look so cute all scared.” Your body tenses at the compliment, causing you to turn your back towards him.
“Don’t say stuff like that.. Anyways, why are you here?”
“ I was actually wondering if I could talk to you, in private.”
“Oh for sure– here let me just tell everyone I’ll be out for a minute— hold this.” You place a couple folders in his hand as you go to inform your peers you’ll be stepping out.
The boy watches as you skip towards your peers. He's finally about to get this weight off his chest, and if all goes well you'll be hooked around his arm all prom night. Before Miles is able to further delve into his corny fantasies a shorter girl taps him on the shoulder.
“U- uhm Miles?” Miles freezes at her touch.
“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a really long time-“ No, no this couldn’t be happening. Is he seriously getting a confession right as he’s about to ask you out?!?
The girl continues stammering over her words trying to declare her love, while failing to read the room. Because if she could she would be able to tell his concern was more so for the pretty lady ahead him and not her.
You finally finish rounding up and you turn to head back to Miles. But fore you fully make it you notice the girl next to him. Your eyes soften taking notice at what seems to be a promposal. With his looks, you were shocked he hadn't mentioned getting one all this while. You were sure he had a line of girls who were dying to walk besides Saturday night. So even with you knowing this, why do you feel.. Hurt?
Your gaze catches his and his eyes widen. “Wait-” He hesitates almost like he's been caught.
You offer a reassuring smile as you give him a quick thumbs up along with a wink. And that solidifies to him you've officially gotten the wrong idea.
Eventually Miles ends up breaking away from the unskippable cutscene with a swift apology and a “I dont think im the right guy” (His go too line). Scouting around the gym he spots you again with a group of people. Though right before he's able to get a word in you stop him.
“Miles, could we maybe talk later. This is really important.”
“Oh. aight”
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“Ganke c’mon im lost here!” It's two days till prom and Miles still hasn't found time to ask you out. It's like ever since that day you've been increasingly busy or plain avoiding him.
Ganke slips off his headphones but still maintains eye contact with his PC. “What were you saying?”
“You dead haven't been listening to me this whole time?”
“Something about Y/n? You asked her to prom already right?”
“No, that's what I'm trying to say.”
Ganke’s eyes widen at Miles' remark as he spins his chair to lock eyes with his best friend lounging on the top bunk. “Dude prom is in two days?! How y'know she doesn't have a date already?”
Miles’ heart drops to his stomach. What if you do already have a date? Was he too late? Miles groans, squeezing his palms against his face. “Bro I've been trying to get her attention this whole week! It's like some universal force is stopping my game.”
“Dont worry dude i got you. These sortve things require deliberate execution and planning.”
“And what? You're the master of promposals?”
Ganke rolls his eyes at the smart remark “Anyways first things first, what does your sign look like?”
“My sign?”
“Yeah… The promposal sign?” The boys maintain eye contact for a good ten seconds before it dawns on them. “YOU DONT HAVE A SIGN?!"
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Phase… Something
The sun beamed down at Vision Academy’s courtyard. Voices crashed around as everyone was trying to get into the center of the human circle. Prom is tomorrow so who could possibly be proposing now?
“Stupid Ganke…” A curse slips from Miles lips as he nervously toys with his hair. Recalling the events of the night prior Ganke had slammed down on the fact that he lacked a sign. Ridiculing him with phrases like ‘How did you even expect to get her attention.’ ‘Thank god you haven't asked her yet’ ‘You're actually pathetic’ and other words he doesn't care to remember. And so, in the end the two boys spent the whole night creating a sign and putting together gifts.
Miles groans, eyeing the crowd around him. He hated the publicity but Ganke insisted it be public because “Girls dig the attention” or was it something about a power move?.. Well whatever it was it had Miles twitching. His heartbeat quickened taking in what was actually about to happen. The lego flowers he spent an half an hour putting together because you once rambled about how their so much more thoughtful and lasting than regular ones, rolled against his palms as he fidgeted. Where were you? Did your friends forget? Did you already know and that's why you were avoiding him? Or was–
Right as his thoughts were about to consume him you stepped through the crowd. For a second you were so confused. Your lips pressed tightly together and your brows furrowed as you examined the area for what could possibly be happening. Your eyes spot him first then the sign and it was as if your whole face lit up once you saw it. ‘Be my missing piece and lego to prom”
Miles squirms under your gaze and his eyes dart everywhere but you. “I-i hope it's not too late”
“Miles..”
“I got you this too.” You watch as his trembling hands reach out to reveal the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
The flowers were gorgeous, they were your favorite ones and looked to be so intricately designed. So much so that you hadn't even known Lego sold them. Your breathing stops at the masterpiece in your hands “Miles, are these legos! I didn't even know they sold these?” You stare in awe at the bundle in front of you before catching the scent of something floral. “No you did not. Are these scented?”
The brownskins lips quiver as he scratches the back of his neck. “You were talking about how you liked legos more than actual flowers but you adore the customization and the scent of real ones so I made them myself.” Miles cringes at the small ramble he went on and finally looks in your direction. Your eyes are glazed as you stare back and forth from the sign to the flowers and finally to him.
You shift to place a small peck on his cheek then throw your arms around him placing your head in the crook of his neck. “You're so annoying. Of course I'll go with you.”
The crowd erupts in cheers at the acceptance and something in Miles short circuits as he's left stunned by your reaction.
Operation Prom: Success!
Hey guyss sorry about the long hiatus but one thing led to another from finals all the way to summer classes/ programs and yeah. BUT HOLY YALL BLESSED ME WHILE I WAS GONE!
93 follower guys were practically at a hundred. life is moving so fast one day i was planning on a 20 follower special and i blinked and now were way past that. Thank you guys so much for the love and support throughout this blog. It truly means so much to me.(ToT)/
OH and before i forget, i do see the request and i heavily appreciate them im just slow(*￣▽￣*)ブ
I hope you enjoyed! God bless! <3
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Clawcode... claaawwwcode. Dangles my keys. Pspsps..
Sick of your shit.
What if Ganke got tired of always being brushed off? Always being sidelined? Of never quite being enough?
What if all that volatile, repressed angst exploded one day?
Old WIP
miles 42 (im so excited for part three)
Times Two (Miles 1610/42 Twins)
Chapter (10) Title: El Segundo Día (The Second Day)
Milo’s POV
Morning sunlight crept through my blinds way too early. I groaned, rolling onto my back. My head felt heavy, like I’d spent the whole night thinking instead of sleeping.
Which… yeah. I had.
That kid. That face. My face.
I still didn’t know what I saw yesterday, and the not‑knowing was eating at me.
I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. Aaron was already there, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee, scrolling through something on his phone.
He looked up. “Morning, kid.”
“Morning,” I mumbled, grabbing a piece of toast.
He watched me for a second, eyes narrowing. “So… how was your first day at Vision Academy?”
I froze mid‑bite.
My mind flashed back to the hallway, the collision, the shock, the way my gut twisted like it was trying to warn me. I swallowed hard.
“It was… fine,” I said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Just fine?”
“Yeah.” I forced a laugh. “You know. School. Classes. Gente rara. Lo normal. (Weird people. That’s normal.)”
He smirked. “You ready for day two?”
No. Not even close.
But I nodded anyway. “Yeah”
He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push. “Alright. Have a good one. And hey -try to make a friend or two.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, grabbing my backpack. “See you, Pops.”
I left before he could ask anything else. The last thing I needed was him reading my face and knowing something was off. I wasn’t ready to explain something I didn’t understand myself.
The morning bell hadn’t rung yet, but I was already at Vision Academy, tucked into the second-floor alcove near the science labs where no one was.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
I pressed them flat against my jeans, willing them to be still, but it didn’t work. Nothing worked anymore.
The kid with my face.
The thought kept looping in my head, over and over, like a broken record I couldn’t turn off.
He saw me. I saw him. He’s real.
And then yesterday…
Yesterday I’d turned a corner and walked straight into him.
Into me.
My chest tightened at the memory. The collision. The shock in his eyes. The way his whole body had gone rigid, like he’d been hit by lightning.
I’d felt it too. That pull. That recognition.
Like looking into a mirror that shouldn’t exist.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe when the morning bell rang, sharp and sudden.
I flinched.
The hallway outside the alcove exploded into noise, lockers slamming, voices shouting, footsteps thundering past. The chaos of Vision Academy between classes.
I stayed frozen, listening.
And then I heard it.
“Miles!”
My stomach dropped.
Someone was calling.
Someone was calling His name.
But it was the same name. The same voice. The same-
“Where?!” another voice yelled.
I pressed myself harder against the wall, pulse hammering.
They were looking for me.
He was looking for me.
“There! By the lockers! He’s moving fast!”
My breath caught.
I didn’t think. I just moved.
I shoved off the wall and bolted into the hallway, weaving through the crowd, keeping my head down. My backpack bounced against my shoulders. My sneakers squeaked against the linoleum.
Don’t look back. Don’t look back.
But I could feel him behind me. Not physically, I couldn’t see him through the crowd, but I felt him. That same pull from yesterday. That same magnetic tug in my chest that told me he was close.
Too close.
I took a sharp left, ducking under someone’s arm, sidestepping a group of freshmen clustered around a locker.
“Hey!” someone shouted behind me.
I didn’t stop.
The hallway thinned out ahead, most students already in class. My footsteps echoed too loud now, too obvious.
I needed to disappear.
The stairwell.
I hit the door hard, shoving it open, and took the stairs two at a time. My legs burned. My lungs screamed. But I didn’t slow down.
Up. I had to go up.
Second floor. Third floor.
Behind me, I heard the door slam open again.
Footsteps. Fast. Determined.
He’s following me.
My heart hammered so hard I thought it might crack a rib.
Fourth floor.
I burst through the door into the hallway and stopped, gasping for air.
Empty. Completely empty.
The hallway stretched out in front of me. Long, narrow, lined with classroom doors. Sunlight poured through the window at the far end, turning everything gold.
I stood there, chest heaving, trying to think.
What am I doing?
I couldn’t keep running forever. I couldn’t keep hiding.
And maybe…
Maybe I didn’t want to.
I turned around slowly, facing the stairwell door.
Waiting.
The door creaked open.
And there he was.
Miles.
The kid with my face. My eyes. My build.
He stepped into the hallway, his friend right behind him. A shorter kid with wide eyes and a backpack covered in gaming pins.
Miles froze when he saw me.
We stood there, thirty feet apart, staring at each other.
I saw the shock in his face. The confusion. The fear.
But I also saw something else.
Recognition.
He knew. On some level, he knew.
“Miles,” his friend whispered, grabbing his arm. “That’s-”
“I know,” Miles said quietly.
I opened my mouth.
I wanted to ask who he was. I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs why do you look like me!?
But before I could speak-
The fire alarm blared to life.
Red lights flashed. The sprinklers kicked on, drenching the hallway in seconds.
I gasped as cold water hit my face, my hair, my clothes.
Classroom doors burst open. Students poured into the hallway, shouting, laughing, chaos erupting all over again.
And I-
I ran.
Not because I wanted to.
Because I had to.
Because I wasn’t ready. Because I didn’t know what was happening. Because if I stayed, I wouldn’t know what to say.
I shoved through the crowd, water streaming down my face, my heart pounding with every step.
I heard him shout behind me. “Wait!” But I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
I hit the stairwell again, taking the steps three at a time, my wet sneakers slipping on the concrete.
Down. Down. Down.
By the time I reached the first floor, the alarm was still blaring, but the crowd had thinned. Everyone was heading outside for the fire drill.
I slipped out a side door, into the courtyard, into the mass of students gathering on the lawn.
And I disappeared.
Just another face in the crowd.
Just another kid at Vision Academy.
Nobody special.
Nobody real.
I stood there, soaked and shaking, watching the school empty out.
And somewhere in that crowd, I knew he was looking for me.
Searching.
Desperate for the same answers I wanted but didn’t have.
Times Two (Miles 1610/42 Twins)
Chapter (9) Title: The Plan
Miles POV
Morning came way too fast.
I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. The kid with my face. The kid who shouldn’t exist. The kid who made my spider‑sense go haywire.
By the time I dragged myself out of bed, Ganki was already awake, headset on, eating cereal straight from the box like a gremlin.
He glanced over. “You look terrible.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, pulling on my hoodie. “We’re looking for him today.”
Ganki paused his game. “The other you?”
“Yeah.” I grabbed my backpack. “We need a plan.”
We walked to school together, Ganki talking a mile a minute.
“Okay, so, first period hallways, cafeteria, courtyard, stairwells. We split up, regroup, then sweep the second floor. If he’s here, we’ll find him.”
I nodded, but my stomach twisted. My spider‑sense was quiet this morning, too quiet. Like it was waiting.
When we reached Vision Academy, the halls were already filling. Students shoved past us, laughing, yelling, slamming lockers.
Ganki clapped his hands. “Operation Find Your Clone starts now.”
I groaned. “Please don’t call it that.”
“Too late,” he said, already scanning the crowd.
We walked the first hallway. Nothing.
Second hallway. Nothing.
We checked the cafeteria, just loud kids and bad breakfast burritos.
We checked the courtyard. Just freshmen running around like they’d never seen grass before.
We checked the stairwell. Just a couple making out like the world was ending.
Still no sign of him.
My shoulders slumped. “Maybe he doesn’t even go here.”
“He does,” Ganki said confidently. “I saw him. Yesterday morning. Before class.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Yeah, but-”
The bell rang, echoing through the halls. Students started rushing toward their classrooms, the hallway turning into a river of bodies.
I sighed. “Forget it. I gotta get to class.”
I turned to leave-
And froze.
A sharp tingle shot up the back of my neck.
My spider‑sense.
Not danger. Not fear. Just… him.
Close.
Very close.
“Miles!” Ganki shouted, eyes wide. “I see him!”
My heart jumped into my throat. “Where?!”
Ganki pointed over the crowd. “There! by the lockers! He’s moving fast!”
I couldn’t see anything yet, just backpacks and heads and chaos, but I pushed forward anyway, weaving through the crowd, pulse pounding.
“Ganki, don’t lose him!”
“I’m trying!” he yelled, already jogging ahead.
My spider‑sense buzzed again, stronger this time, pulling me forward like a magnet.
He was here.
He was real.
And I was finally going to catch him.
I ducked under someone’s arm, sidestepped a girl with a massive poster board, and vaulted over a dropped backpack without breaking stride. My reflexes kicked in automatically nothing too obvious, just enough to keep me moving while everyone else stumbled through the chaos.
“Miles, he’s turning left!” Ganki called from somewhere behind me.
I caught a flash of red fabric disappearing around the corner. The same hoodie. The same exact shade.
My spider-sense pulled harder, like a fishing line hooked straight into my chest.
Left. Now.
I pivoted hard, shoulder brushing the wall, and burst into the next hallway. This one was emptier, most students already in class. My footsteps echoed against the linoleum.
There.
Thirty feet ahead.
Same build. Same walk. Same backpack bouncing against his shoulders.
“Hey!” I shouted. “Wait!”
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even turn around.
He sped up.
“Dude, he’s running!” Ganki panted, catching up beside me.
We broke into a full sprint. The doppelganger moved fast, too fast for someone who should’ve been just a regular student. He took a sharp right into the stairwell, the door slamming behind him.
I hit the door three seconds later, yanking it open.
The stairwell was dim, lit only by flickering fluorescent lights. I heard footsteps echoing above me, fast, rhythmic, purposeful.
“Up or down?” Ganki gasped.
“Up,” I said, my spider-sense thrumming. “Definitely up.”
We took the stairs two at a time. My heart hammered in my chest, adrenaline flooding my system. I could feel him close, so close, just one flight ahead.
Second floor. Third floor.
The footsteps stopped.
I froze mid-step, holding up a hand to stop Ganki.
Silence.
My spider-sense buzzed softly, uncertain. He was still here. Somewhere.
“Miles…” Ganki whispered. “Where’d he go?”
I crept up the last few steps to the fourth-floor landing. The door to the hallway was cracked open, swaying slightly like someone had just passed through.
I pushed it open slowly.
The hallway stretched out before us long, narrow, lined with classroom doors. Empty. Completely empty.
Except for one thing.
At the far end of the hall, standing perfectly still in front of the window, backlit by the morning sun-
Him.
He wasn’t running anymore. He was just… standing there. Waiting.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Miles,” Ganki whispered, grabbing my arm. “That’s-”
“I know.”
The doppelganger turned around slowly.
And for the first time, I saw his face clearly. Not in a crowd. Not in a collision. Just him and me, face to face, in the quiet stillness of an empty hallway.
He looked exactly like me.
But his eyes-
His eyes were different.
Tired. Haunted. Like he’d seen things I couldn’t even imagine.
He opened his mouth, and I braced myself for whatever he was about to say.
But before he could speak-
The fire alarm blared to life.
Red lights flashed. The sprinklers kicked on, drenching the hallway in seconds.
Students poured out of classrooms, shouting, laughing, chaos erupting all over again.
And when I looked back-
He was gone.
Just gone.
Like he’d never been there at all.
Times Two (Miles 1610/42 Twins)
Chapter (7) Title: Searching
The final bell rang, and the halls of Vision Academy emptied fast, too fast. I stayed where I was, pressed against the wall near the corner where I’d collided with… him.
My heart was still hammering. I could feel it in my throat, in my fingertips, everywhere.
I tried to steady my breathing, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face again. My face. The same dark eyes, the same jawline, even the same stupid Afro I have to fight into braids everyday.
It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible.
But I’d seen it. We’d locked eyes for maybe two seconds, and in those two seconds, the entire world had tilted sideways.
A group of girls brushed past me, laughing about something on someone’s phone. They didn’t even glance my way. I might as well have been invisible.
Good. I needed a minute to think.
Or maybe I needed to stop thinking. Because the more I tried to make sense of what just happened, the less sense it made.
Twin? There’s no way, the adoption center never said anything about siblings.
Doppelgänger? I’d read about those once. Some article about how everyone supposedly has seven people in the world who look exactly like them.
But this wasn’t “kind of similar” or “yeah, I can see it.”
This was exact.
I pushed off the wall and started walking, slowly at first, scanning the thinning crowd. My backpack felt heavier than usual, like it was trying to anchor me in place.
“Excuse me,” I mumbled, weaving between a couple blocking the hallway.
My eyes darted from face to face. Too tall. Wrong hair. Different nose. Not him, not him, not him.
Where did he even go? He’d been right there, and then—gone. Like he’d evaporated.
I stopped at the intersection of two hallways, the one leading to the gym and the other to the arts wing. Which way? Did he even stay in the building?
The kid who looked exactly like me.
I kept replaying it in my head: the shock in his eyes, the way he stumbled, the way he said “sorry” like he meant it. And then the crowd swallowed him whole before I could even breathe.
Now the hallway was quiet, lockers clicking shut in the distance, teachers calling out reminders, the hum of the building settling into after‑school silence.
I scanned every face that passed.
Nothing.
I walked the hall twice. Checked the stairwell. Peeked into classrooms like a creep. Even stood outside the main doors for a few minutes, hoping he’d walk out.
Still nothing.
My gut twisted again. That same sharp, buzzing feeling from earlier. My intuition was practically yelling at me, but I didn’t know what it wanted me to do.
“Come on,” I muttered under my breath. “¿Dónde estás…? (“Where are you…?”)
But the sidewalk outside was full of strangers, not a single one with my face.
Eventually, I gave up.
The walk back to the new apartment was long. The noises of Brooklyn adding to my scattered thoughts. With too many people. Too many people who weren’t him.
When I reached the apartment, I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
“Pops?” I called.
Silence.
I checked the kitchen. Empty. His room? Empty. The living room? Empty except for the boxes we still hadn’t unpacked.
I sighed and dropped my backpack on the couch.
Of course he wasn’t home. He was probably out working at the construction site.
Normally I’d let it go. But today? Today I needed someone to talk to. Someone to tell me I wasn’t losing my mind.
I paced the living room, running a hand through my hair.
“Great,” I muttered. “Perfect timing, Pops.”
Frustration bubbled in my chest. I didn’t know what I’d seen. I didn’t know who that kid was. And the one person I trusted to help me think straight wasn’t here.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I grabbed my phone.
I sat on the couch, opened the browser, and stared at the search bar.
What was I even supposed to type?
Kid who looks exactly like me? Brooklyn doppelgänger? Vision Academy student who could be my clone?
I groaned and rubbed my face.
“This is stupid,” I told myself.
But I typed anyway.
“Vision Academy students 2026”
A bunch of pictures popped up, group photos, club photos, sports teams. I clicked through them one by one, scanning every face.
Nothing.
Next search:
“Brooklyn teen lookalike”
Just celebrity gossip and some article about twins reunited after 20 years. Not helpful.
I tried again.
“Vision Academy Brooklyn”
Still nothing.
My frustration grew. I wasn’t good at this internet detective stuff. I wasn’t good at asking for help either. And I definitely wasn’t good at not knowing things.
I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
My gut twisted again, sharp, insistent.
Whoever he was… this wasn’t random.
And I wasn’t done looking.
Not even close.