You hadn't known Beam for very long, but you liked him. His innocence and explosive enthusiasm always put you in a good mood. However, over time, your affection for him turned into something more. You didn't understand it, you didn't know why or how, but it happened. You knew perfectly well it wouldn't work, especially not with Beam

Beam walked you home as usual, swimming along the floor behind you. When you went inside, he sat on the sofa; he loved how soft it was. You were nervous. You felt you had to tell him, even if he wouldn't understand. So you did, you confessed everything

"Um, what? You like Beam?" Beam didn't seem to understand. In fact, he didn't even understand the concept of "liking someone." He was a lost cause, and you knew it. Like he was possessed, Beam didn't feel love, or at least, it was highly unlikely he ever would