notes | solangelo

14

"You confessed your dream, it's my turn now.
I dreamt about you too, many times already.
Unlike you, I'm too shy to talk about them to you. Especially you, I'd say.
When I write on paper I can always say whatever when I want but when I think about it too much I understand how real it actual is. That's why some of my notes are really messy. The risk of not being no longer liked by you is very much real."

Nico liked Will. More than he wanted to admit to himself, more than normal, as much as when a boy likes a girl in that way.
He refused those feelings coming out of his throat.

"Sorry I'm bothering you with all my paranoid thoughts. Just ignore everything I said.
With love,
your dearest Will."

Will always found an incredible way to end his note, he always managed to make Nico smile.
Not this time thought. Nico wasn't smiling, nor laughing. Nothing's wrong with Will's nickname. He just noticed the deep meaning of Will's words. Nico felt them words in his ribs cage. Breathing was never so difficult.