[Martin]

I don’t understand this stupid push and pull game we’ve been playing. One second he wants to get close to me, the next he’s running away from me. Heck, it’s the second time he gets away from me.

[Jacques]

I’m running without thinking, half hoping that he’ll follow me again. I glance back to see him still standing right in front of the dorm building, his mouth slightly open as he’s watching me. Our eyes meet and I turn around to face him.

[Martin]

His eyes get me out of my transe. I slowly get to him, like he’s a scared cat that may escape again if make any sudden move. We both keep each other’s eyes locked, none of us both daring to look away. As I get closer, I can’t help but hear my heartbeat intensify, blocking every sound around me. I’m in this little bubble and all I can see or hear is him, saying how much I messed it up in repeat.

[Jacques]

He won’t give up. He comes closer and closer until I can almost feel his breath on my skin, every single bit of my senses screaming at me to get the hell out of there. But I can’t, and he’s so damn close that I can’t help feeling every movement he makes. I soon have to bend my neck almost like I’m a stupid Shaft Studio character just to be able to look at him in his deep eyes. Damn, he’s tall.

Hesitant, his voice comes to me in a soft whisper. He… he wants to talk and I don’t know if my heart is ready to take it.