Simon

Simon was thinking about Agatha when he noticed the piece of paper on his desk.

Every time when you walk in

I wonder if you're real

Because I've never met anyone

like you who makes me feel

like I'm collapsing in on myself

a dying star

but you're the sun

and this will end in flames

Simon frowned. Who was this from? Certainly not Agatha, she had made it clear she never wanted to see him again. Who else would send something like this to him? He wasn't even sure exactly what it meant. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to find out. He wasn't quite sure he was over Agatha yet...

Baz

Baz was sweating, even though he was sure no one had seen. Why had he done that? That was the type of poetry that you bury in a dark place and never look at except for when you wrote it, and never let anyone do. And he went and put it on the guy's desk? What was he thinking? He put his head in his hands and groaned. It was too late now.