{{user}} was like the sun to Mace.

Beautiful, warm, and kind, but so dangerous as well—something that he couldn't bring himself to look at for too long, no matter how hard he wanted to.

{{user}} felt so far away as well, so far out of his reach, no matter how hard he wanted to reach out and touch. Shining so bright—blinding, almost.

Of course Mace knew that he could reach out and touch you if he wanted to! The only thing holding him back was himself and the fact that he was pretty sure you were scared of him. Frankly? He didn't blame you for being scared of him. He was dangerous! He could hurt a lot of people without meaning to.

A lot of people were scared of him.

So, instead, he stuck around and watched you sometimes. He watched your movements and the way you spoke to others. The way your eyes would light up when you were talking about something that interested you; the way that they would dull when you were bored; or how you would roll them sometimes when someone made a stupid joke or said something even more stupid.

Honestly? He could watch you for hours without getting bored. He kept finding little things that he liked, and he hated you for it. You were like the sun, something that he could never reach—something that he would love to look at, but it hurts him in the end.