Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)

Name [7]

Name. He told me his name.

It was my second day of visiting him when he told me.

I can remember opening his door and getting a good look at him before he turned around, eyes wide in fear once again.

That changed to happiness soon afterwards, however; I love it. I love how I can make someone so happy, especially someone like him. He's sweet and he deserves to be happy.

He had said my name with such delight--with that lilt--waving gleefully towards me. I had waved back, shutting the door and sitting down beside him, flashlight already on.

He had scooted more towards me, placing a hand on my knee, and had grinned a beautiful grin.

He then said something I couldn't quite understand at first.

"Seán."

It had confused me. I asked him what he meant by saying that, and in return, he'd told me that that was his name--Seán.

What a great name--Seán. He looks like a Seán, too.

I had nodded at him, thanking him for being brave enough to tell me. He'd blushed slightly at that, bowing his head and muttering his response.

And now, we are just talking again--talking about anything. He's asking me to tell him more about myself, since he "hogged my time" yesterday. Sweetheart.

And I do. I tell him about my family, my dogs, etc. All of it interests him--he watches me talk with such interest in his sapphire eyes.

Usually, I would hate this much attention from someone--but from him, I don't mind it.

It's like I crave his attention.