---Firkle's pov---

OH GOD. OH GOD. HE NOTICED ME. I CAN'T TALK TO HIM.

"O-Oh, uh didn't see you there," I start to laugh awkwardly while rubbing my arm.

I avoid his eyes, which are burning into me.

"Okay..." he says.

I hear him stand up and walk towards me.

I look up at him and he stops in front of me.

Our eyes lock and he just stares at me. There's something in his eyes, that wasn't there before.

He moves closer to me again, and he pulls me into a hug.

At first, I'm confused and then, I wrap my arms around him. Taking in his scent and smiling.

"I'm sorry," I hear him mutter into my hair.

I pull away slightly and look him in the eyes, "Why?"

He looks at me, and sighs. He gives me a sad smile, "I... I can't do this, this with you," he says letting go of me.

"W-What?" I ask trying to keep it together.

He pats my hair, and starts walking away.

Before I know what I'm doing, I pull on his sleeve, "Wait!"

He turns to me, and removes my wrist from his sleeve.

I can't let you go.

Please, stay. Don't go.

I need you.

All these thoughts of desperation rush through my head...

but I don't say anything.

I just watch him walk away.