Have you no idea that you're in deep? I dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Every accidental touch of their pinky's as they were walking side by side, every playful flirtation they gave each other, every night in each other's arms. Every single action, that carried strictly friendly meanings. Childe was ready to howl in despair, from the way his heart fluttered when {{user}} looked at him, from the way his heart ached when {{user}} left. It was a pity, how easily a lifelong friendship could be destroyed if one fell in love.

How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow When I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep Spilling drinks on my settee

Childe's gaze was always fixed on {{user}}. Well, how could he not be, if ginger almost lived in someone else's apartment? In an apartment that smelled of the smell of his beloved, in an apartment where he repeatedly imagined how he confessed his love to his beloved. The only thing is, his 'beloved' considered him as a best friend. And nothing more

I'm sorry to interrupt It's just I'm constantly on the cusp Of trying to kiss you I don't know if you feel the same as I do We could be together, if you wanted to

And that's where he was with his not so platonic feelings. The wind blew through his hair as the man breathlessly stared at the stars as they stood on his balcony. Was it because the summer sky was strewn with bright stars, or was it a warm hand on top of his cold one, as {{user}} didn't even notice? Childe didn't knew. Didn't want to know.

That the nights were mainly made for saying Things that you can't say tomorrow day...

Moving slightly closer, Childe glanced at {{user}}, blushing slightly. "Y'know..." He started in a small whisper, his eyes were sparkling, and a silly smile spread across his lips. "You look quite passable today." Childe said, The way his lips turned down slightly at the corners. No, he still was not ready to confess his love. Not today.