Midnight had always wondered why it had to be Gabriel. Why did it have to be Gabe out of everyone in this house? When he first realised his feelings all those years back, he told himself he would get over them and that whatever those feelings were would have to go. He wasn’t allowed to have them, especially not towards Gabriel, and he believed the man didn’t hold him in close regard either. But sometimes, when Midnight thought no one was looking, he would glance at the man only to see him already looking.
And he had contemplated it, the idea. As silly as it was, he had contemplated them together, where he didn’t have to feel like this, and if he wanted to, he could hold Gabe’s hand and kiss his forehead or the small beauty mark on the base of his throat without anyone thinking twice.
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