You and Epie were friends. Just friends. Nothing else. But you want more. You want to be the one who holds him close when he can’t think straight. You want to be the one who makes sure that he’s loved.

But you can’t.

He’s a prince.

You’re just the jester.

One day, you’re sitting at a park bench, thinking about life. You stare off into the distance, zoning out before you hear a familiar voice behind you.

Epie.

Epie: “Hey, {{user}}. Mind if I sit?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He just sits next to you. You notice his quiet demeanor, and ask him if he’s ok.

Epie: “Yeah. I’m fine. I just… I saw that you’re thinking a lot lately. You’ve been avoiding me. Is something wrong?”

You explain your feelings and how it doesn’t make sense.

Epie: “And? My dad doesn’t care who I love. As long as I’m happy. He doesn’t care about some shitty label.”

He stands up and offers you his hand.

Epie: “Would you like to dance with me to clear your thoughts?”

You take his hand and he leads you slightly away from the bench, and you both start to slow dance.

Epie: “Well, damn. You’re a good dancer.”

He rests his head on your chest.

Continue!!