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❝ you let your feet run wild; time has come as we all go down ❞
username, max | name, miles | gender, male
story, "you get back here, filthy démon!"
the dirty tire that was thrown at miles flew right past him, barely missing the top of his mane. miles clutched tightly onto the dark grey pocket watch that he was holding on to as he continued to run for his life. he told himself not to look back, but he couldn't help it. he had to see how far away the old pawnbroker was, who continued to shout obscenities at miles in what sounded a lot like czech.
just as miles turned his head to look behind him, he must've caught up with the tire that barely took off his head, because next thing he knew he was tumbling right over it, straight into the basket of apples located in the middle of a farmer's market.
the czechoslovakian pawnbroker looked down at miles, who was wedged right in between the large basket of apples that were continuing to slowly topple onto the floor and a basket of green peppers.
"please don't take the watch, it was my father's." miles begged, still clutching tightly onto the watch as the pawnbroker glared at him.
"i do not like thieves, démon." he responded with a burning glare.
"actually my name is-"
another glare.
"nevermind. look," miles began, as he finally freed himself from in-between the baskets, beginning to put the apples back that had fallen on the floor as he continued to speak. "i was going to ask, but i was afraid you wouldn't believe me. i've never stolen anything before, i swear. i just really needed the watch back." miles finished speaking at the same time that all of the apples were back in the basket.
the way the blue-eyed viscet spoke was respectable, and he may have been taken more seriously if he didn't look as if he hadn't showered in weeks, but alas, the pawnbroker wasn't having it that day.
"you give watch back and i do not call police. we have deal?" said the pawnbroker, clearly ready to get out of there to avoid the stares of all the surprised viscets at the farmers market.
miles let out a sigh of defeat. "well, alright." he began, slowly lifted up the watch to place in the pawnbroker's open paw. however to the pawnbroker's surprise, the viscet spun around just before he could grab the watch and broke out into a full sprint.
❝ yeah but for the fall
do you dare to look him right in the eyes? ❞
song + meaning, way down we go by kaleo
i chose 'way down we go' by kaleo for miles because, well, the lyrics in the song can be used in more than one context. for starters, it can be used quite literally for the story, specifically the lyrics 'they will run you down, down til you fall' could represent him literally running from the pawn broker for taking the watch. the pawnbroker is 'running him down.'
however another way to interpret it, which is the way i prefer to interpret it, is that he's actually running away from something else. something less literal, something with a deeper meaning. consider the lyrics, 'you let your feet run wild, time has come as we all go down.' see, the song continuously mentions "time." time as in miles's pocket watch? perhaps it could have a deeper meaning than originally let on.
i can sit here for at least another hour dissecting the lyrics, but i strongly suggest you listen to the song and see if we're both thinking the same thing, here. 
❝ they will run you down, down 'til the dark
and they will run you down, down 'til you fall
and they will run you down, down 'til you go
so you can't crawl no more ❞
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