He messaged them, every day, every few hours, every few minutes. They knew everything about each other and he was aware of that. He liked them, he's known for a while, for too long. He couldn't help it, yet he knew the other didn't like him back. He didn't want to risk getting rejected, so, painfully, he stayed quiet about it. He only told about two friends and didn't know what to do. He was too scared, he wasn't going to tell them, not now, not ever.

So he sighed, just drawing by now, being too obsessed with them to focus. He had so many pictures of them that it felt weird. Of course he "simped" for them, it was only normal. His crush became harder to hide and he liked them more as time passed.