For there must be a reason for why we have landed here. There must be a reason for why I have been seeing all of these crazy visions. There must be a reason for why my heart can't stop beating every time I see a blue-haired werewolf's face.
Well, that might be totally unrelated. But… not really. I think.
Maybe he is the one at the center of everything, because he certainly occupies most of my thoughts. I just can't keep myself from wanting to brush his hair out of his eyes, and to just stare into them to my heart's content.
I always have the urge to touch him, to trace his cheek or shamefully his lips. Even when I'm thinking about other things, the incumbent desire is always there, ready to distract me at every turn. And just like before, in the cave, I just about can't take it anymore.
I've tried everything. Distancing myself, talking to George and Kurtis, and even making myself keep my eyes downwards at all times so I wouldn't have to look at him.
