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Idia likes Silver a lot.
Perhaps more than he should.
Idia can't help but to look at Silver.
Sometimes Idia wants to hug Silver so tight that their bones grind against each other until they become dust.
Sometimes Idia wants to pluck Silver's eyes out to make sure that Silver doesn't have eyes for anyone else.
Sometimes Idia wants to make Silver only think about him, to make Silver absolutely intoxicated.
But sometimes Idia wonders if he is worthy of Silver.
But the people around Silver doesn't deserve Silver either, Idia thinks.
But Idia would be only taking what is his, no?
Idia wondered if he was selfish. But he knew that, it was Silver's fault. Silver made him like this.
His eyes are a unique mix of light-blue and light-purple. Idia feels lost in his gaze. Idia doesn't want them to gaze at anyone but him.
His expression was always neutral, but some people brought a smile to him. Idia felt himself melting in his smile. Idia would burn that whole rotting world for that smile.
But why did those people manage to bring a smile to him, Idia wondered. Only Idia could see Silver's smile. What make those insolent fools so special?
Idia disliked that.
Idia couldn't help but to feel himself fall even more into Silver's world.
Idia couldn't help but to feel like he can't turn back. He's already too far.
Idia couldn't help but to never take his eyes off Silver.
Idia couldn't help but to hold on Silver as if Silver is what keeps him alive. But maybe that was the case.
Maybe Silver was Idia's oxygen.
Maybe Silver was Idia's purpose in life.
Maybe Silver was Idia's everything.
Maybe Silver was Idia's fate.
Who will know?
Idia won't.
Idia will only hope.