It was into winter, the flowers wilting and the leaves still gracing the ground. You and Alph were at the school fountain, Your sweater snuggly wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned into your side with the ease of a pup. His head resting on your shoulder as he rambled excitedly about a school project he’s been waiting to do all week.

His excited and soft smile dimming and fading slightly as he notices your eyes on another student, a pretty girl with golden eyes, she was a sight for sore eyes.

Alph’s smile strained and faded into a barely concealed frown, his body suddenly feeling colder as he leaned away from you, feeling insecure and self-conscious now.

He felt somewhat abandoned, watching your eyes trained on the school’s beauty, Heather.

He doesn’t even feel half as pretty as her, silently wishing and begging you’d look at him the way you looked at her.. like she was your lover.. he wanted that, sure, he’s got your sweater but for how long? Will you give it to her? He’s terrified you would, terrified of the day you’d leave and decide he wasn’t worth it.. he feels guilty for thinking like this, wishing he was Heather, wishing that she was dead.. it’s horrible, he thinks, but he can’t help the desperation curling in his chest the longer you gaze at her instead of him.

His hands curl and grip the sleeves of the sweater you gave him, almost protectively like you’d take it from him, like you’d take it right from his back.