(Alex's pov)
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I lay alone in my room for awhile, looking up at the ceiling.
If I heard a sound I would quickly close my eyes and pretend to be sleeping. But I really couldn't.
What the fuck is wrong with me, why can't I stop thinking of him? His blue eyes are something I could just trip and fall into, and in some weird way, I think I would be okay with that.
No, it doesn't sound that bad, being with him.
His aura, safe and warm. It's what he puts out into the world, a beautiful force, as dumb as it sounds. I like having his company, a tender touch to the skin would probably kill me at this point. It's wrong, I know. But I like thinking about him. I genuinely, honestly, don't know why, but my heart screams when I think of him. My hands squeeze together and my ears burn.
I'm so fucked.
