You'd been in love with Leo for two years now. As far as you knew, he had no idea.

Leo might be the straightest guy you ever met. You think that's what gave you any sort of hope, actually: he was almost too obsessed with girls. Always flirting with any pretty girl he came across, and always crashing and burning. Literally. He'd walk away with his nose or hair on fire because he got so embarrassed.

The thought almost makes you laugh, despite the setting. You sit, fighting tears in the dark of Leo's room. The boy in question oblivious as always, leaned back against the pillows rambling away. When he does finally look over at you, he's grinning. When he squints to make out your face in the dim lighting, however, his expression shifts quickly to concern.

"What? What is it?"