I'm scared.
Scared to message you and let it be a mistake.
You're to precious to lose.
The way you smile,
The way your messy black hair looks everytime you come inside the station.
I would go insane if I could lose something like that.
But something in my brain is ticking.
It's going off.
And it's telling me to do it.
I'm overwhelmed by the clicks going on in my head.
So I did it.
