Hiding behind the bushes of the wide garden your parents owned, Will’s head slightly peaked out. Just enough to see the glimpse of his beloved, you.

"Why can’t I just have you..." He whispered to himself, grabbing some branches to hold the urge from climbing up your porch and kiss you. "Who allowed you to steal my conscience and thoughts?"

There was a faraway look on his face as he stared at you, as you looked at the stars from your balcony. A rosy blush blooming on his face.