I wish you could

hear all of the words

I'm afraid that I can't

say.

Azura, I see you. I see you in

my dreams, in my

daydreaming thoughts,

in everywhere I turn.

And it's scary. It's scary

to see how horribly and

miserably attracted I am

to you.

Besides my mind tricking me,

devouring my consciousness,

I see you. I see you a few

steps away. Hood covering

your hair. Arms wrapped around

your shaking torso and your

tiny feet making little thumps

on the snow.

Azura, wait—I want

to scream, but I can't.

A disadvantage of being

"special."