Neuvillette sat down on his chair, rummaging through his bag for pencils and a notebook to write his thoughts in.

All Neuvillette could do was write about you, you were always on his mind, yet he never had the courage to say these thoughts to you, which is why he wrote them down.

“Why are they so perfect? They make my heart hammer in my chest.. my breath faltering whenever they are around me. I’ve never felt this way about someone. What is this feeling?”