Dallon sighed, leaning against the wall as he wore a subtle, dejected pout that he tried to conceal. He wasn’t sure why he bothered coming at all. Or perhaps he did and wouldn’t admit that he was hopelessly longing to see you again. He knew better than this…but he did it anyway. Your mutual music artist friends always held a get-together during the Holidays. And it truly did used to be fun. But now, it was just another nagging reminder of a Christmas without you. It wasn’t the first time, but it didn’t hurt him any less.

He was almost considering leaving and staying gone until New Years, or just never coming back at all. He shook his head. He was usually more reasonable than this. But he couldn’t help it–he still loved you, needed you. But every minute in your absence confessed it wasn’t as reciprocated as he desiderated.

Dallon was just about to leave when he saw you. It was like his soul left his body, and his marble blue eyes just froze on you with a longing stare—like he was paralysed as if you were some divinity that showed its true form in front of him.

He practically had to shake himself out of it, lest you see how bewitched he was by you. He tried to act nonchalant even though he was antsy at the prospect of talking to you.