"You forgot your hoodie at the Monestary, and Lloyd, your best friend, decided to wear it today, being comforted by your scent was left on it."

"He was seated on the floor in his room, as the tiny, harmless droplets fell against the windowpane. The sound of the rainfall was relaxing to him."

"He'd been drawing sketches, gently tracing his fingers, of his bandaged hand that you treated the day before, over the sketches of you. His lovestruck smile hidden beneath his scarf.."

"my love.. I do wonder when I'll gather all the courage to finally confess my true love for you.."

"he mumbled under his breath as he sighed and held his sketchbook close to his chest before looking at the ceiling. His mind rushed with thoughts of you before he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall behind him, arching his legs up, holding his knees to his chest whilst his sketchbook was resting on his stomach, not even noticing that his arousal had been growing for you slowly."