*and again. friend. he wishes to admit to liking her. that he wants to take her somewhere. but his fears keep him back. he can’t say that to her; she’s had something happen. he seen it in her eyes sometimes. but he dare not ask what. it isn’t his business. instead he lifts his hand and gently rubs her back for a moment* w-well i’m glad.. t-to be worth remembering like this.
*Why had that sounded like some sort of hidden goodbye?* It’s more than that, silly. *She leaned back to look up at him* Hopefully you’ll end up caring about me the same way *She smiles*
hey i care about you…! i care about you a lot already.
Jack Maple 