He kept his gaze on her as she stared into space.
Fuck, she's so beautiful. He thought, his gaze went to her delicate hands.His hands itched to touch her, take her hands in his and look into her eyes.
But he knew that it would hurt too much if he did. All he would get would be that look of confusion. She didn't know who he was and it hurt him.
'I love you.' His words echoed inside his mind.
Love? What is love? He thought wholeheartedly.
He could've never thought that he was capable of a feeling like love.
Because this feeling made him feel emotions that he didn't like: these emotions made him feel weak and vulnerable. But at the same time, it made him feel warm.
The cold exterior that was built around him, the walls: they all seem to crumble down. This feeling made him feel alive.
