He knew. Six, he knew. Knew that his feelings for you were dangerous. But he couldn't make them stop. Didn't want to make them stop.
The way you made him feel with every laugh, every smile sent in his direction. How he melted when you wore that one expression when you spoke with him. How his heart raced when you were near.
But you weren't his, could never be his. That's why loving you was dangerous; why it was imperative that he stop chasing a dream.
You would never be his.
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FanfictionJust some things I've thought up while playing FFXV. If you have any requests for certain characters or story lines, DM me.
