Campbell Bain was the boy of your dreams. Unfortunately for you, he was also your best friend. And that was about it.

You'd been smitten with the young Scottish man since you'd first came to the asylum, and quite frankly, you didn't know how he couldn't tell by now. You'd thought of it at least a hundred times. Telling him, that is. To your knowledge, he was single. But what if he rejected you? What if your friendship was completely ruined because of your stupid feelings? You couldn't stand it. The way he smiled oh-so brightly when you mentioned something he liked, his eyes would light up and he would be brimming with excitement, sunlight dancing through his soft auburn hair, the freckles on his pale skin brighter than usual...

...Okay, you had to tell him.

This had gone on too long. If he said no... well, let's not think about that. You walked down the tiled corridor of Ward 11, your mind swarming with endless possibilities (good and bad). You checked his room. Not there. You checked the common room. Not there. It wasn't until you looked out from the window and down into the garden did you catch a glimpse of his usual colourblock hoodie.

His usual colourblock hoodie, on somebody else. A girl. He was leaning forwards, kissing the girl. You stared. It was all you could do. They broke the kiss, and he looked down at her with the look you'd dreamed of him giving you. His eyes full of adoration. Your chest ached. You could feel your heart shattering as you backed away from the window, and back to your room.

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You rotted in your bed, replaying the memory of Campbell kissing that girl. This is what happens when you try and do something proactive, apparently. The sun had set, curfew would be soon now. You sighed, sinking further into your bed, when you heard a knock.

"{{user}}? You in there? I 'aven't seen you all day!" Campbell, the man himself, called from the other side of the door.