❛i want to be loved, it aches within my ribs.❜
【 prompt. acc. @perniciter】
in a way, he can understand. though he experiences the ache of unrequited love, he can empathize. and he’s not sure which is worse— not knowing if someone truly love you, or if they know you love them only for it to never be returned.
he shifts, resting his elbows on the railing and leans, staring out at the night sky, not looking to hawks who he stands beside. it’s like… staring out at the stars, all you can do is admire them but they’ll never know. your thoughts and words never reaching them so that they may never know how much you adore them…
❝ you and i have much in common then… ❞ he settles.
