I felt like writing a short thing, only something that came to my mind. Boy x Boy, don't like, don't read. Nothing belongs to me, sadly, except my ideas and my craziness~ please review~

Maybe it was the way he bit his lip when he was in deep thoughts, or how the freckles on his cheeks seemed to dance when he smiled.

Maybe it was the way his eyes shone with the sunlight and seemed to reflect it, or the dimples in his cheeks.

Maybe it was how he laughed, so pure and full of happiness, or the elegance with which he seemed to move.

But he knew that it was something, something, that was always drawing his eyes back to him that was making him watch him through his eyelashes during the meetings instead of paying attention.

He knew that it was something that was making him picture his face in the night, something that made his fingers itch to touch that soft looking skin, something that made his heart long for that other heart to beat next to his own.

And it was driving him insane, the knowledge that it couldn't be, that his feelings would never be returned. People complimented him for his good work and how well his country seemed to do lately, but he was only working so hard and drowning himself in papers and documents to busy himself, to keep his mind distracted from him.

But he wasn't successful. Still he had to think about him, had to feel the cold longing in his chest. It wasn't rare for him to wake up, still the feeling of his lips on his own, still his taste in his mouth, still the memory of his skin under his touch. Dreams were all he had, dreams were what he desired the most. Because he was a dream too.