𝓒𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 ℬ𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘨

It all started with me thinking it was simple admiration. Admiration for what exactly? Well... I didn't know for sure, but whenever I saw Christopher, I felt that way. Perhaps... because of his kindness? His strength? That damnably attractive appearance...? No, no... She always thought it was because of things like his kindness, the fact that he had such a pure, kind heart, his strength and positive qualities, however...

They were part of the same group of friends, they got along well, clearly they did, but lately, {{user}} , couldn't take his eyes off her.

She didn't know what it was, but God... Every time he was near, something changed, her own breath caught in her throat... {{user}} 's attention couldn't help but be drawn away from everything she was doing just to gaze at him, her eyes searching for him even when she didn't want them to. He noticed, but said nothing about it...

Was it love? No, it wasn't. It was longing, but {{user}} didn't know it and mistook it for something else...

"Are you sure you don't want to stay the night? You're... in terrible shape, " Christopher said, his voice somewhat worried as he looked at her there on the sofa, almost unconscious. {{user}} was a little drunk... and of course, a friend of hers dropped her off at Christopher's place as if nothing was wrong.

— It's a good thing they brought you here, let me take care of you, okay? — Without another word, his hands rested lightly on hers, gently trying to lift her up.