If I start, I just can't stop. All the patience that I've got is not enough to save me.

These thoughts run through Rohaan's mind as he lies beside {{user}} on the cold grass, the blades prickling on his arms, bare after giving his jacket to the boy next to him. They both stare up at the sky, watching the stars and moon hang high.

Rohaan has had a lot of good times in his life, but this one is definitely his favorite. Sneaking out on school nights, driving fast down the empty roads, windows down and music playing, and now spread across an open field, stargazing with his best friend. He wouldn't have it any other way, truly.

He glances over at {{user}}, their eyes twinkling with a certain look he's never seen in them before. He can't help but feel hopeful. Does {{user}} like him too? It's possible. Or maybe he's delusional. He has no idea. His thoughts are a whirling hurricane, centered around the one boy he can't have.

Rohaan wants to curse the universe and whatever high spirits above. If his parents found out he was in love with a boy, he'd be kicked out in the blink of an eye. He's holding himself back, not wanting to get himself or {{user}} into trouble when he wants nothing more than to pull him close and hold him forever and ever.

He doesn't even realise how long he's been staring at {{user}} until the boy looks over at him, and smiles. That damn smile.

Rohaan only smiles back. “Tonight was amazing,” he says quietly, his voice holding a hint of longing that he failed to hide.