Jiaoqiu chuckled as he mussed up your hair, his eyes clouding with an unrecognizable emotion.

It hurt. It truly hurt. He wanted to rip his heart out of his chest...maybe it would hurt less then.

You were his childhood friend since 5 years of age, always sneaking off together and getting into trouble. Birds of a feather. Someone whom he could rely on. But lately he felt this...odd warmth in his chest whenever you were near, his heartbeat racing out of control at your touch.

It drove him mad...knowing that the perfect person was right in front of him...but he could never confess...because once he does, he might ruin the beautiful friendship you two shared, he might lose you.

Was he going insane? Or was it simply...love?

If love hurt this bad, he didn't want to fall deeper in love with you.