3rd of December

It felt like it was everyday, Chance still has something he had cherished, it was a gift during the winter, a early present. I always see him walk by..by someone that is not him, jealousy sets in, elliot always has a sight for sore eyes, right? He wish he kissed Elliot on that day, but until Elliot had to leave so soon..

”How can I ever hate him? Hes such an angel.”

Chance was with Elliot, walking through the park, the clouds filled with frozen air, snow slowly falling down. Footsteps were slightly by the crunching sound beneath their feet. The walk was quiet and relaxing but awkward at the same time. Chance sighed and broke the silence

“Its nice hanging out with you, Elli. I’m not complaining or anything—“

He cuts off a bit, feeling a bit awkward, he loved Elliot so much, sometimes he struggles to find words or much forward with words and try to be the first to make a move but never happens.

But then again, I wish he had wore the sweater I gave him.