cereus.

a night owl bad for his sleeping schedule that is you.

he'd seen you in the sky, and it's such a privilege to see you up close. to lay on a picnic blanket in your backyard in the middle of the night pointing and naming stars. to learn knitting sweaters with you just so we could exchange some on decembers.

what a childhood, right?

but as he watches your eyes as lily walks by, he realizes that he's not the only friend you will ever have. not the only one that got you mesmerized.

on the train, we swapped seats. does lily do the same when you're with her? he loves hallway seats, it gives him a privilege to look at you. it's pouring, the rain. muds are getting darker under our boots, dark as his eyes staring at you.

it's scary, you know. these feelings. it makes him feel like a little kid. a boy bleeding for the first time, not from a petty brawl but from biting his own tongue. like a damned boy gulping envy like a girl from the 18th century.

cause isn't she perfect? he can't even hate her. lily's such an angel. but then again, kinda wish she were dead. but he won't ever be the snape that you are to his lily.

he's turning james here. what else does he need to do? can't you just fucking notice his feelings for you already?