there he was yet again, acting as if my presence startled the poor boy. little did he know, he adores me. i can see it in his eyes. he trembles around me. acting as if he were glass; like he could shatter within a second.
it's sad. the fact that i can dream of such a thing. a dream that could never come true. the popular boy, the boy who inhales such a substance. the vapour that kills. the one who will never love me back.
