Donnie was not going to run after you. That would make him look desperate. He’s not desperate. He definitely wasn’t desperate. But all those times of having his heart pounding so hard that he thought it was going to burst out from his chest, all those glances he’d steal and daydreaming, made him realize one thing. He was desperate.

It felt like you were mocking him, mocking him with your pretty eyes, all these things that he hated and adored about you. It felt like you were mocking him with the way you were so oblivious. He'd wish for the strength to just ignore you and not care. But he couldn't.

He swore he was emotionless, but you always made him feel strong feelings. Anger, awe, joy, grief, whatever it was, it was STRONG. Strong and complicated. And he couldn't understand why it hurt so much.

You somehow managed to drag him out for a walk today, a walk on the roofs. You were currently sitting on top of one, with him staring into the sky with a frown. He was having a good time, and he hated it.