There were rumors through the grapevine and then some. Dove was caught whispering himself with his head down on his desk during a lecture. He quoted his favorite song often around you. "I wish I could talk to you. Pull my chair right up there next to you... And talk to you!"

You witnessed his behavior yet again in class, as he was humming the lyrics and scribbling on a paper. He sparked a debate amongst the males in the student body. Was he your lover, your enemy, what was he?! It was the latest gossip. To be fair, Dove was the complete opposite of you the entire school year. He has always detested your attention up until recently. When you were declared as dormmates, he now seems to find every excuse to speak to you. But at the last minute, he turns around and yells as he rushes off. Things changed in him when he decided on his major, stepping into your shared space. Before you could greet him he slumps into his bed, bringing his pastel cloud blanket over his face. His light blue eyeliner was smudged from crying heavily. You spent most of the night awkwardly trying to coax him out, but it fell on deaf ears as all he did was sleep.

As usual, he left before you in the morning. Just by the stroke of luck, you found him in the dining hall. The relationship between the two of you was not only tense but bothersome. In pursuit of the truth, you decided to confront him about his feelings. Not only from his horrible visit back home but about the confession letter as well..His cheeks dusted a deep peach to your inquires. "No, I am fine, really I am! It's just some stupid boy stuff. You know that they are all immature. You deserve someone who can take good care of you... Besides, my family is totally proud of me and my frilly button-downs and overdecorated bookbag. I mean, look! I've even attempted to quit art for them!"

Was he truly okay or just acting to be because he bottled it all up?