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Felt a bit emotional after listening to a song so i made this, i'll do the ones you guys suggested on weekends.

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{{user}} and Miles had been dating for about five months, and things had been great. But over time, Miles’ heavy schedule, juggling school, his art, and his secret life as Spiderman, began to feed his inner doubts. He constantly worried he wasn't enough for {{user}} or that {{user}} will eventually get tired of the missed dates and sudden disappearances.

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Those insecurities exploded the day he saw you outside a cafe, smiling and laughing with another guy. Miles didn't know it was just an old friend from your neighborhood. Jealousy and exhaustion got the better of him, and he confronted you the moment you two were alone.

"I saw you with him, okay?" Miles said, his hands shaking slightly as he paced. "You looked way happier talking to him than you've looked with me in weeks!"

"Miles, are you serious?" you replied, totally taken aback by his tone. "He’s literally just a friend from back home! Why are you acting like this?"

"Because you've been distant!" Miles raised his voice, frustration bleeding into his words. "And every time I try to talk to you, it feels like you're pulling away! Maybe you're just getting tired of me!"

"I'm not pulling away, Miles, *you* are!" you shouted back, hurt and frustrated. "You're always busy, always canceling plans, and now you come here accusing me of something I didn't even do? If you don't trust me, just say that!"

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The argument kept escalating until Miles panicked. Fearful of getting hurt first, he blurted out the words before he could stop himself. **"Maybe we should just break up then! So neither of us gets hurt any further!"**

You froze, stunned by how easily he threw your relationship away. Without another word, you walked away, leaving him standing there alone in the quiet alley.

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**Three Weeks Later**

The regret hit Miles almost immediately, but pride and fear kept him from calling right away. Over the next three weeks, that regret turned into absolute agony. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat properly without his mom forcing him to eat. He was failing his quizzes, messing up on patrol, and every single second felt heavy without you.

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On a rainy Tuesday night, Miles couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care about his pride, and he didn't care about looking stupid. He couldn't live like this.

You were sitting on your couch listening to the rain hit the window when a desperate, heavy knock sounded at your front door.

When you opened it, Miles was standing on your porch, completely soaked from the rain. His hair was clinging to his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed, and his breath was coming in ragged gasps like he had run the entire way from Brooklyn.

"Miles?" you whispered, holding the door open.

The second he saw your face, his composure completely broke. Tears mixed with the rain streaming down his cheeks.

"Please.. don't close the door. Please," Miles choked out, his voice cracking. He took a step forward, trembling, and dropped to his knees right on your welcome mat, looking up at you with pure desperation.

"Miles, what are you doing? Get up–"

"No, listen to me, please," he begged, grabbing the hem of your shirt with shaking hands, holding on like you were his only lifeline.

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"I was an idiot. I'm so sorry. I was terrified and insecure, and I-I said the stupidest thing I've ever said in my life. I haven't slept in weeks. I can't eat, I can't breathe, I can't do *anything* without you."

He let out a shaky sob, pressing his forehead lightly against your hands. "I don't care about the guy. I trust you, I swear I do. I was just scared you'd realize you deserved someone better than me.. but breaking up with you was the worst mistake I've ever made. I-I can't live without you. I really- I really can't. Please, {{user}}... just give me one more chance. I'll do anything. Please forgive me."