He loves you, more than he can ever imagine. He didn't want to, tried to hate you, tried to push his own feelings away, tried to forget, tried everything. But how could he ever stop his heart from fluttering the moment you enter the room, the moment you talk to him, the moment you smile at him, the moment you look at him.

Yet you bare no feelings for him, oblivious or perhaps denial. His heart shattered the moment you decided to ignore his feelings for you, he hated it. Hated when you tried to act all normal despite his confession, hated when you kept pushing him away, hated how his heart still continued to yearn for you.

"Tell me pretty lies, look me in the face. Tell me that you love me" He breathes "Even if its fake, cause I don't fucking care"

You stare at him for a moment, take in his words, drinking the sight of his messy hair and defeated face. Watching as he fiddles with your fingers, head low and looking so vulnerable. For once you decide that he's capable of a lot more than you thought, he's human---a frustrating one. But deep down, he's just a guy, and he's trying his best...for you.