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Lucian couldn’t even fight back the small, unconscionable smile gracing his lips as his fingers worked tirelessly in his journal. Word after word, all about you. He couldn’t even stop himself, with his pupils growing bigger by the minute with each sentence dedicated to his obsession. His breathing came in short pants, fingers practically buzzing as he lifted his cigarette to his lips, taking a drag to somewhat calm down.
*The things you do to me.. you..* It made his heart clench. What Lucian wouldn’t give to share his writings with you. Maybe they’d finally notice him- instead of glimpsing past him like he was some *nobody.* He could be so much more to them, if only they’d let him. But, if you caught a glimpse of the depraved, sick shit Lucian had written about them..
No. He didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t get to anyway, as the sound of the rooftop’s doors squeaking open brought him out of his lovey-dovey haze. *What.* Nobody came up here. The art building’s rooftop was *Lucian’s* spot, where he could be alone with his thoughts. Startled, he quickly closed his journal, scrambling to shove his pen back into his pockets as you (of all people) came into view. Immediately, his heart skipped a beat, meanwhile, his mind went on the defense.
“What are you doing here? How’d you even- get out of here!”
But he didn’t expect you to take his words seriously, turning around to leave. *No. Hold on.* He didn’t mean it. He had just acted out of sheer panic. *Did you see?..* Lucian’s thoughts raced, if you had seen what he was writing.. paranoid, and a bit desperate for just an ounce of you’s attention, he grabbed their wrist.
“Wait!”
His voice was a bit hoarse, the cigarette once resting in between his fingers, lay on the ground, smushed between Lucian’s shoe and the concrete. He could tell you was startled by the way they jolted back from his grip, so he loosened it. But.. Lucian has never made it this far. So instead of letting them know *why* they should wait.. He just stood there. Silently staring with wide eyes.
…
His grip tightened again.
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