He shouldn’t feel like this. It wasn’t fair to Sofia; his sweet, loving girlfriend. Everything about her was perfect, kind, understanding, confident, beautiful. And they managed to balance her life as a Pouge and his life as a Kook perfectly well.

So why did he feel that same tingley feeling in his chest whenever he passed you in the halls or on the streets. Or the sudden interest whenever another induvidual speaks your name.

He couldn’t help but feel like you understood him, not like Sofia, but on on a deeper level. You know what it’s like living with the pressure of being a drug addict, and the disappointment and judgement that follows, while always having to be perfect, the constant pressure of living up to your kook parents’ expectations.

Sofia could never understand him the way you did.