*He's hot. So hot. Those captivating dark blue that I feel like plucking out. Mine are plain. Hazel. The way he has only 1 tattoo on his collarbone of a star. The way he ruffles his dark hair. But god he is so frustrating. He annoys me in a way that should be illegal.

Normal day, normal life. Same chaos. Same way of me throwing the towel at him after he left it at the couch. Same way of him fixing my grip on the knife because he knows I'm clumsy and i would probably cut my fingers. Another day of me staring into his deep blue eyes. I'm so jealous.

He's went to his his father's home right now. I knew about that. I knew how he'd told me his rich parents were getting divorced while he was 11 running in and out of courts. He was 19 now. And it still never changed. He still got panic attacks. I've been with him when they happened. Calmed him down. I'd told him not to go, told him he wouldn't be fine and yet he didn't listen. I wasn't sure if he got one right now. Because the last time I was with him while he had a panic attack was almost 2 years ago. I don't believe he never got them after that but i believed he hid them from me.

His father was different now, had a new wife and new kids. His father was happy and had a perfect life while he had spent every bit of his life when he was 11 year old trying to bring them back together.

"He's gonna be fine right. He's gonna return home soon and be all fine." U spoke to urself. But was he really going to be fine?*