"You make everyone see what you want to see, Y/n."
"Their willpower makes them see what they want."
"I don't want to have to see our future if it's a mirage."
"You're the one making yourself see it."
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"Some things are too precious to touch"
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"So.." I cross my arms and look the blond up and down. He seemed tired. His hair was uncharacteristically messy, eyes dark and half-lidded.
"You need to be my friend again." He spits out, eyes boring into mine. I raise a brow.
"I need to be your friend again?" I question and he stiffens up on the floor.
"Yes." He replies almost childishly.
"Okay, and if I said I didn't want to be?" I cross my arms.
"Okay. Fine. You know me better than anyone." He grumbles, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"I want to be friends again." He admits, breathing out like his chest was tight.
"That's better." I sit in front of him on the floor, having put my homework away. "You may be complicated, but you can say what you mean to me." I resist the urge to touch his hair, wanting to fix it.
"I know." He sighs, eyes flicking from my hands to my face.
"You can. I know it's bugging you. It's bugging the fuck outta me too." He slouches forward and I work on fixing the spikes, his hair soft in my touch.
"You miss me this much?" I whisper.
"I always miss you, nerd." He fiddled with his hands, not sure what even compelled him to come and see me so late at night. Scandalous things like these he'd rather avoid as much as possible.
My heart fluttered at his words, and I'm not sure why.
"You remember the first time you came over this late?" I reminisce about the embarrassing memory, his ears turning a light pink.
"The old hag wouldn't let it go." I feel him chuckle.
"Head up," I tell him and he lifts his chin as I fix the hair in front of his face, his eyes glued on me.
"I remember how red her face was." I giggle quietly. "She was so upset because she didn't know where you went." I notice his hidden smile.
"She wouldn't stop checking in with me for a month." His eyes meet mine again, and I smile wider.
"I'm sure. You were here a couple of hours and passed out on the floor." I remember how he was so calm on the ground.
His eyebrows were relaxed, lips parted a little bit, chest rising and dropping slowly. He looked peaceful and I was still awake, so I grabbed an extra blanket from my closet and a pillow from the bed.
