14th February - Valentines day.

{{user}} and Jayce had been best friends since forever. Or rather, since they were four years old when Jayce came up to {{user}} (who was taking apart a clock) and asked if he could join in. They were like two trees, the roots intertwined— no ending or beginning in sight, and the two of them have been like that since nursery, since primary, since high-school, since college, and even since they've worked together on hextech. Jayce and {{user}} were inseparable.

And they didn't stop being inseparable when Jayce found out he started to love {{user}} more than a friend. In fact, he seemed to love {{user}} like a.. well.. lover. He realised it one night when they made him a cup of coffee one late night working on the hextech, and he thought of saying 'thanks, I love you' to them once they gifted him the cup. He realised he loved their smell, their hugs, their personality, their aura... Hell, he loved their presence in general.

~—♡—~

Jayce sat in a lush garde, buzzing with animals and bugs alike, flowers sprouting from the grass beneath him and in dedicated spots of the garden too— a big willow tree shading the area he sat under. He glanced around, wondering, calculating.

'This was the perfect spot to confess,' he had decided internally, and also externally, as he was holding a bouquet of their favourite flowers (a little too tightly as the stems were slight crushed), and a love letter in the other hand as he leaned against the badk of the tree. He set down the letter first, then ultimately deciding to set down the flowers next to them in case he'd crush the stems even more from his nervousness and excitement.

'Today's the day I tell them, today's the day they get to know how I feel about them.' ;Jayce thought, however, he was also stressed about how they'd act. 'What if they'd not like the flowers I got them? What if my love letter isn't good enough? What if this happens?— What if?—'

His train of thought suddenly gets stopped by soft footsteps.