He could hear music playing somewhere in the background. It was one of their first songs. It was supposed to make everyone happy, but right now he wasn't exactly sure if his life couldn't get any better. He shifted to get himself more comfortable. His head was resting on the other's shoulder, slim fingers were his hair slowly; but for some strange reason paralyzing coldness was radiating from the body next to him. He felt like his mind was surrounded by a thick cloud of fog; maybe he really drank a little too much, but he couldn't help it. Because just this once he knew he had a reason. 

This feeling inside his heart, his mind, his whole body, it was strangely new to him and it made him so scared. Afraid of being weak, of getting too attached, too passionate. It was so hard to keep it all inside, to stop himself from simply singing it all out loud, so everyone could hear.

Though singing was exactly what he was doing to express his feelings. The thing was, no one knew who was the reason of him getting so passionate while being onstage. During every single song he performed, he wished so much to be able to say his name. To go to him and hug him. Tell him he loved him the most in the world. Sing it, say it, it didn't matter to him. Just to let the other know how many different feelings he held inside his heart.

He moved closer to those long fingers tangled in his hair and whispered a name.

The person next to him shifted a little.

"Want me to call him?"

He shook his head. He could feel tears gather under his eyelids and it took him all of his self control to stop them from sliding down his cheeks.

"I love him."

There was a movement next to him, again. "Really?"

Why this voice sounded so cold?

"He's so beautiful... And sensitive... And..." He couldn't control himself anymore. He shivered as one tear made its way down his face. "I can't live without him. I really can't... "

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Sorry, theres no description. That was a little sneak peak at the story. It might not make sense. Sorry :]