Look at me.

That was the thought echoing in Gavin's head over and over. Just look my way.

He didn't know why he wanted your eyes on him. He didn't know why he wanted you to pay attention to him, but he did. He wanted those damn eyes on him! Not stupid Connor, not those stupid papers, not anyone else in this building.

He wanted you to notice him. To see him—to love him. He longed to hear your voice and feel your touch, but he didn't reach out. He refused to do it—even if he wanted it so badly.

Gavin was leaning against the wall of the building, his arms crossed over his chest, and he gulped softly. You were perfect, even though you were just carrying some papers... Each step, every movement, and every breath made him feel the urge to reach out.

To hold you. To love you... to give you every single star in the god damn sky, just so you would hopefully see a quarter of how amazing he thought you were. He clenches the fabric of his shirt over his heart, squinting slightly.

Why didn't you look his way? Why would you never come to him? Why did he feel terrified to show these emotions? Why did he feel scared of you as well as want you so badly? Was he scared to be soft? Or was he scared to let himself close to someone that could break his heart so easily?

The thought made him sigh, shutting his eyes and he leaned his head over, resting it against the wall.