— Patrick was your… best friend. That’s what you’d tell everyone, at least.

There was something more between the two of you, everyone could see it, everyone but Patrick, apparently.

Every time you got high with him, or drunk, it always ended up the same way. You’d end up tangled together in the dark, holding each other until dawn, when the sunlight would shine down on your bare bodies.

Then he’d get up, pretending nothing ever happened, disappearing out of your front door, leaving you ever confused.

You’d tried to say something, but the words could never leave your lips, fearing it would ruin what you two had (that would never happen).

Another night, drinking too much with Patrick, ending up in his bed. Those green eyes stare into yours, the lights down low, nothing but moonlight and a soft lamp.

“You look beautiful like this.” He murmurs, his hand brushing hair from your face, a drunken smile on his lips.