I wish you could
hear all of the words
I'm afraid that I can't
say.
Azura, I see you. I see you in
my dreams, in my
daydreaming thoughts,
in everywhere I turn.
And it's scary. It's scary
to see how horribly and
miserably attracted I am
to you.
Besides my mind tricking me,
devouring my consciousness,
I see you. I see you a few
steps away. Hood covering
your hair. Arms wrapped around
your shaking torso and your
tiny feet making little thumps
on the snow.
Azura, wait—I want
to scream, but I can't.
A disadvantage of being
"special."
