“ A longing may overlap and become a memory... Sometimes it becomes love..”

you never really liked Vega when you two were younger. You thought he was creepy, with the way he’d always smile at you. It looked empty, hollow. But he definitely liked you, a bit too much. To him, you were sun. Vega never had friends. You were all he had. If he lost you, he’d be left with nobody. He does love you, truly he does. But it’s suffocating. It’s cold.

Why is it so cold?