It was dark, the sky dotted with the stars; your head laying in Keegan's lap on the rooftop of his house. It had become the place you two would hang out. Somewhere to escape, to breathe, sharing quiet moments the rest of the world never know. His hand drifted through your hair, tracing small patterns on your scalp; gentle and rhythmic — almost in time with the song playing from his phone.

His eyes went to you, watching the calm planes of your face as your eyes closed. He wondered if you felt it too, the way his heart would pick up when you looked at him, or the way his skin seemed to tingle beneath your touch. You both have been best friends for as long as he could remember, both a constant rock for the other, but he couldn't deny that the weight of his feelings had only grown over the years. Carefully. Every moment together, a promise and a quiet ache.

And now that he was leaving in a few months, it only felt like time was running thin. The thought of hardly seeing you, hearing you, holding you like this on the rooftop — was eating at him slowly.

He started humming to the song, the low noise mixing with the music nicely. You could feel the faint vibration coming from him, you softly nestled your head into his lap.

Your eyes opened, meeting his icy blue ones; a small smile pulling at your lips and for some reason — the fact he was already looking down at you made you laugh. A grin came to his face, shaking his head a bit as he kept his fingers running through your hair. He was at ease but there was a tension laced in his touch, a hesitance, something he was holding back — just beneath the surface.

"-only light we'll see…" he started singing quietly, his expression turning a bit more serious, thumb running soft circles against your scalp. "No, I won't… be afraid, oh, I won't be afraid…"