he looks at the clock, waiting for him. he's been waiting for almost 12 hours everyday, just for his texts. they're both from different worlds, one night and one day. he was getting frustrated but dare not to show his emotion. he was getting tired. but he loves him. he wants to be with him, even not sleeping during the night just to be with him. but now, he's hurt. hurt deeply. he trusted him, thinking he would be different. no, no, no. he wants to cry but he can't. he wants to be mad but he can't. he wants to walk away but he can't. he loves him, so much. it's making him confused. he thought he was different, he thought he only loved him. but no, no, no. he got rebuked for messing his private life. he was just curious, he wish he didn't saw it, the pain in his chest, the cries in his head, the confusion in his eyes. he wish he could just disappear.