꒰ᴰᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉˡˡᵒ ᴴᵃᵐᵃᵗᵒ ²⁰¹²꒱

His body was tense, waiting for your answer, his hands sweaty as his brown eyes looked at you pleadingly. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles with devotion. He tried to suppress a smile, filled with nerves at being there, in front of you, asking you something he knew wouldn't happen. 'Are we still friends?... He asked again. He didn't want things to end like this. He could be everything to you. He needed you by his side one way or another. He knew everything about you. He could be your favorite if you were friends... but could he control himself? Be just your friend? Without a doubt, he knew he couldn't. Just looking into your eyes was a losing battle against any attempt to be just your friend. Yet, there he was, in front of you, anxiously waiting for your answer, with the excuse that he 'didn't want everything to end badly'.