Falling
By ab102
day i. crazy
I'm a little bit crazy.
He was crazy.
Crazy for feeling that way and crazy for feeling that way toward him, of all people. He was crazy for even thinking about him.
He was crazy for knowing that he was right-handed but he used his left hand to open doors…
Would he open the door to his heart for me? Would he let me in? I want to go in and never get out. I want to know how he ticks; what his favorite subject is, what he likes to do in his spare time, how his childhood was like. Just everything about him.
I want to know.
He was crazy for seeing each flicker of emotion in those stormy gray eyes. Emotions which were so rare and so short-lived that he thought maybe he was the only one who could see them…
Would he show me his emotions? Just me? I want to see them. I want to see them without that stupid façade I've known and loathed for so long. I want to see his emotions; raw, naked. Exclusive.
I want to see.
He was crazy for staring at him, and thinking that no one else would notice… He was crazy for not caring if anyone else noticed…
Would I be able to see each curve, each point, each part, each plane of his body? Would he allow me? I want to memorize him. I want to memorize and mark each part of his body and make him mine. I want to see him and admire him. I want…
I want him.
…He was crazy for noting all of these in a day.
He was crazy, and he knew that.
But he wasn't in love.
He promised. He promised himself that he wouldn't let this get out of hand, not that it wasn't already. But he'd promised himself that he wouldn't let his … desires interfere with anything else. He wouldn't do anything about his desires. He'd wait for them to go away, no matter how long it takes.
It was bad enough that he had a … a … a hormonal interest? Yes, that sounded good. A hormonal interest.
It was bad enough that he had a hormonal interest in his arch-nemesis; he didn't have to add the icing to the blond's cake by confessing his feelings and making a fool of himself.
So he promised not to fall. Of course he wouldn't. He didn't know why he ever thought there was a possibility in the first place. Of course he wouldn't fall. No. Not him. He promised to himself that he wouldn't. Not only that; he wouldn't fall because he didn't have any feelings for the blond.
No. No, he didn't.
Of course not.
Preposterous.
Crazy.
A/N: Whoot. Another fic! This one's actually already finished. I just want to release it one at a time.
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