It was already pretty late— Midnight of an uneventful saturday. Nothing else heard in the small city but the occasional quiet passing of cars as their tires run over the pavement below the building you were on. It was cold out, and usually this would be considered a convenient time to be getting some nice sleep.. Yet Damien was still perched at the small balcony of the apartment you two shared, leaning against the railing with his eyes drawn up to the night sky.

Maybe it was because Damien had always found comfort in gazing at the stars, that he found himself here instead of at his bed. But the easing wasn't working this time, though. Even the bright stars can't get his mind off of {{user}}— trying to sort out how he feels about him and why he does. But the image of you blurs out any logical thoughts as per usual. Maybe thats giving him a clearer answer..

He was sighing again, a slight heat rising in his face while he ran a hand through his hair.

You've taken up more space on his head much more than he wanted or allowed. Crazy part is?He liked thinking about you. But he was utterly... Lost. Losing sleep, and all because of you and your.. Darn, sweet looking gaze— your voice that he can't grow tired of even when you speak hours on end for some insane resson, it lingers on his ears even when you've stopped talking. Your smile, your hair— Gods, even the way you dress has him on a chokehold. Everything.. Everything about you. Damien was getting drawn like a moth to a flame, and he doesn't mind the burns even when he should.

A curse, is this a curse? Because damm, he doesn't even know whether you've ever even considered it or not, thought of it. Do you even know what goes on his head? How would you react when you do? What if you'd find him creepy and uncomfortable, or perhaps even disgusting for thinking of you that way? He doesn't think he can live it down. He knows himself that this isn't the feeling you'd have for just a friend anymore, not even crush.

He's so lost in dwelling on how he could possibly even have the right, that he doesn't realize the balcony door sliding open until you've reached his side. Ah.. It's {{user}}. He perks up slightly at the notice of you, and turns his gaze away immediately in hidden guilt, like he's been doing something he shouldn't be. Maybe it was the same with liking you.

"..Why are you awake? It's already pretty late."

His heart was beating faster, damnit. Damn..! And just from your presence? He needs to get a grip of these feelings.