Ways to Show a Character is Falling in Love and Doesnât Want To ...
â.đ Ì They notice the sound of their name in that personâs mouth and hate that it sounds better. Like their name was meant to be said that way.
â.đ Ì They start to dress better when they might see them, subconsciously at first. âOh, this old thing?â Sure. The old thing you ironed twice.
â.đ Ì Their laugh becomes a trigger. Not in the trauma sense, in the âI suddenly forgot how to breathe and now I want to dieâ sense.
â.đ Ì Every conversation feels like walking a tightrope between wanting to tease and wanting to touch.
â.đ Ì They say they donât care, but theyâre paying way too much attention. Who theyâre talking to. How theyâre smiling. Who made them smile.
â.đ Ì They avoid them, dramatically, stupidly and it physically hurts. Like withdrawal. Theyâll literally hide behind shelves, peek around corners, act like a spy in their own life.
â.đ Ì They start saying their name too often. âOh, yeah, Alex said that too.â âAlex likes that band.â âAlex once...â Shut up, my dude. Please.
â.đ Ì They mock them to their friends, but thereâs a softness in the way they do it. A little too much affection in the âugh, theyâre so annoying.â
â.đ Ì Their stomach does that thing, you know the one, when they catch their scent on something, and itâs not even strong, just a hint, and suddenly theyâre useless for the next ten minutes.
â.đ Ì They overthink texts. âOkay, no emojis looks cold. Too many looks desperate. Maybe one. No, zero. Period. Wait, does the period look aggressive?â
â.đ Ì They dream about them, not even romantically, just constantly. Their brain wonât let them rest.
â.đ Ì Their jealousy doesnât make sense. âWhy are you talking to them?â âBecause theyâre a person.â âOh, right, cool, yeah, totally fine, no reason, haha.â (proceeds to spiral internally).
â.đ Ì They act colder, on purpose. But itâs performative. The kind of detachment thatâs practically begging to be noticed.
â.đ Ì They start arguments for no reason. Because fighting feels easier than confessing.
â.đ Ì They imagine kissing them during fights. Yes, during. Itâs sick. They hate it.
â.đ Ì They think about what theyâd say if they ever got drunk enough to tell the truth. Then immediately pray that moment never comes.
â.đ Ì Their pulse spikes when their phone buzzes. Itâs embarrassing how fast they grab it. And when itâs not them? Oh, the rage.
â.đ Ì They watch their every expression. Like a scientist studying a dangerous animal. âWhat does that smile mean? Are they flirting or just friendly?â They never know. Itâs torture.
â.đ Ì They make jokes about being heartless. âMe? Love? Gross.â Meanwhile, theyâre literally halfway in love already.
â.đ Ì They defend them when no one asked. âTheyâre not that bad.â Bro. No one said they were. Chill.
â.đ Ì They keep trying to rationalize it, listing all the reasons it canât work, all the flaws they can find, like thatâll stop the feeling. It wonât.
â.đ Ì They flinch when someone else flirts with them, then pretend they didnât notice.
â.đ Ì They convince themselves the other person doesnât feel the same, because thatâs safer than hoping.
â.đ Ì Their denial becomes its own obsession. âItâs not like that.â âItâs nothing.â âI donât even like them.â Said for the fiftieth time this week.
â.đ Ì They get defensive when someone points it out. âMe? Them? Youâre insane.â Theyâre not.