He wanders the streets at night, dressed in all black, staring at the sky. Scuffing his shoes, he kicks the ground and fingers some sweets in his pocket. He occasionally takes note of the surroundings around, perhaps to check where he is, to check where he is going. He is a part of the habitat, where no-one will give him a second look. His eyes are glazed and his skin red-tinted as the cold air pierces him. Lost to the world, he listens to music and lets his demons run free. Those blue eyes that haunt his very soul...

He watches her with knowing sometimes. Sitting in a lesson, his face resting against his fist, his eyes would follow her, watch her without knowing. He would watch her laugh, beam as brightly as any sun could. He would watch as she frowns, hiding into her own little shell. He talks to her and laughs with her and watches her even then. Her eyes are wide and full and she can't hide her emotions. He can.

He listens as his friend talks of her, of how he lusts for her. He listens as he fixes a grin on his face, claps his friend on the back and walks away. He mopes and frowns. Oneof his closest friends lust for her and he cannot do anything. Friendship is to be valued, he tells himself. Friendship is loyalty, Friendship is, even when you hate it, to bite your tongue.

He is foolish to think it. Why would she feel the same emotions that burn inside of him? Why, would she, a beautiful, intelligent girl even look at him? He has her friendship, and that was enough.

He sighs and wanders the streets, mopes around and kicks the dirt...