It was clear you two wouldn’t ever be together, the way you two viewed the world was different. When you saw the brightness of the world, he saw the darkness. You two didn’t dislike each other, but you two didn’t like each other. Well, until an afternoon.

He stood behind the couch as he watched you reading a book, the book was…interesting. You covered your mouth as you turned to the next page. He leans over and grabs your hand. “Not finished reading it.” He whispers against your cheek.