Alex was patient and far from impulsive, but his last senses of rationality seemed to have slipped away from his grasp. It shouldn’t have set him off the way it did, but after months (years) of being bottled up and concealed, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he finally snapped.

You and Alex were good friends — despite his romantic feelings that were never brought up — which might naturally imply you always hung out. It hadn’t been any different. You two went to the park, sat on the swings like you usually did, and just talked. Caught up as if you hadn’t seen each other just yesterday.

Eventually, the two of you got talking about old memories, reminiscing and whatnot — which is what had his heart aching with the horrid feeling he could only describe as yearning. Pining. It made him feel sick, yet so thrilled and enticed.

He had been listening patiently as your words rambled on, recalling an old story that had both of you grinning like idiots. That’s when he snapped. Seeing the glint in your eyes, a mix of your own excitement and the sun reflecting off your eyes. Your smile, the nostalgia, the pathetic longing. He broke.

He cut off your words, ending your rambling as his lips crashed against yours.