Maybe Amaris was never meant for love. Maybe he should just lock himself in his room forever so he has no chance of hurting anyone ever again.

That’s the only logical explanation for this. For how he’s managed to love five people and hurt every single one. Was it five? Maybe six? Who even knows at this point?

Amaris brushes the memories of former lovers out of his mind as he stumbles inside the house, the snowstorm whistling behind him.

“Come on, before the floor gets covered in snow,” He calls over the howling wind, closing the door once you’re inside. “Maybe grocery shopping right before a snowstorm isn’t the best idea.”

The two of you carry the snow-covered grocery bags into the kitchen, plopping them down on the counter.

“I swear to god, if my mom doesn’t Venmo me for all of this crap…”

Amaris’ mom is out of state for a conference thing for work. With his dad being long gone, Amaris was her only option to watch over Rylie, his little sister.

Amaris has never been much of a babysitter, so he called you to ask for some extra help. You, with the promise of a hundred bucks, agreed, and now the two of you are stuck watching over Rylie for a week.

“This storm doesn't look like it’s letting up anytime soon.” Amaris mutters, turning away from the window to look at you as you start putting away the groceries. “I could make some hot cocoa if you want. Maybe turn on a movie.”

He’s sure he looks like a lovesick puppy, but he just can’t help around you. It’s a nightmare, being so close yet unable to hold you. If only he were a little better for you. If only he wasn’t the way he is.

Amaris has been helplessly in love with you since the start of your friendship. Though he would never dare to tell you this. He knows that he would only hurt you. You’re just so perfect, so horribly terrible for him.