Tomas paced the small space of {{user}}'s living room. He came over with the intent to talk to her about something he said was "private and personal". He was nervous, very nervous, he could almost hear Bi-Han laughing at him. But it wasn't for Bi-Han he did this for. He finally sat down next to {{user}} on the couch and turned to face her.

I am afraid of you. I'm afraid of how many excuses I can invent just to be closer to you. I'm afraid of how much I want. Of what I want.