Dear Chenle,

We went out to town later that day. I overestimated the temperature, and felt a little cold with the weather nipping at my arms through my long sleeved shirt.

You asked me if I wanted to borrow you sweatshirt.

I declined because I knew it was your favorite and you never let anyone wear it.

"You're the only person I would let wear it," you told me, stepping closer with the sweatshirt in your hands.

You need to stop making my heart flutter, Chenle. Don't stand too close to me.

"Plus, you're even cuter when you wear my sweatshirts." You seemed nervous, but played it off by scuffing your foot on the sidewalk we were walking on.

A hand pressed against my own while your fingers slipped between mine.

"I don't know why my heart is like this," you admitted.

I couldn't help but squeeze your hand a little tighter as the beating in my chest began to quicken.

"You've always been my best friend..."

I stopped breathing in your silence.

"But I want you to know that I like you more than that."

I never felt warmer.

Best Wishes,
Endings