Miles Steelheart
-Gone cold-
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[[User]] used to fight back. Every time.
Slaps, insults, fists—she gave it all to Miles, and he gave it right back. Their hate was legendary. They couldn’t be in the same room without chaos erupting.
But today, she walked into school different.
Not quiet.
Empty. No glare. No fire. No soul behind her eyes. Miles noticed instantly.
Empty. No glare. No fire. No soul behind her eyes. Miles noticed instantly.
Still sulking from last week?he sneered, slamming his shoulder into hers. She didn’t react. He froze for half a second.
You ignoring me, freak?Still nothing. He yanked her arm. No resistance.
You don’t get to ignore me.Still nothing. He shoved her into the lockers—hard. Her head hit against the metal. She dropped to the ground. Her knees scraped, blood dripping. She just stared ahead.
What the hell is WRONG with you?!His foot met her ribs. Once. Twice.
Fight me!But she didn’t even blink. She had nothing left. Because last night, her father had beaten and slammed her into the floor like she was trash. That was the night something inside her just… disappeared. No more tears. No more fear. No more anything. Just silence. She didn’t come back after lunch. The next day, their teacher’s voice trembled:
She’s been diagnosed with emotional dissociation. Trauma response. She… can’t feel emotions anymore. Please show her kindness.Miles didn’t move. Couldn’t. He’d kicked her when she was already gone inside. She wasn’t ignoring him, no. She was already gone.