AUTHOR'S NOTE: Quiller. Just... blame Quiller. I know I do.
FEEDBACK: Yup yup. I needs me my confidence boost.
Secret Feelings
The two of them had an attraction to each other for a while. Each was trying to hide it from the rest of the island's inhabitants, and each was convinced that they all knew.
It had started after they had first met – the lingering looks at the other's backs, holding a gaze a fraction too long, and the awkward pauses and lulls in conversation when only the two of them were in the same room. Things eventually got so bad that they even tried to avoid each other as much as they could, seeing them only at meals or meetings.
Both knew their feeling for each other, and both were trying to suppress them. Eventually, though, it had gotten too intense for one side, and so had written a note which they left on the pillow of their intended's bed.
'My Dearest,' it began, 'I fear that I can no longer hide my feelings towards you, or, I hope, yours for me. It just has become too painful for me to see you each day, knowing how close you are, knowing that I could just reach out and take your hand, declare my love, and to blazes with the rest.
'Thus, I ask you this: that if your feelings for me are the same as mine for you, that you meet me on the balcony tonight after the others are asleep. If you do not, then I will do my up most to forget my desire for you. But if you do... we will just have to see where things will lead.'
And so, it was now early in the morning, on a brilliantly clear night where the stars blazed in reflection on the swimming pools' gently lapping surface. Above, a silhouetted figure ceased it's restless pacing and stood gazing downwards.
He stood holding the railing tightly, the other hand drumming a nervous staccato. Half an hour, he figured. He would wait a half hour, and then -
Footsteps. Behind him. Soft, and hesitant, but making his heart leap. Very slowly, he breathed out and turned, taking in the slim figure stood there.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his mouth to work.
"Hello, Brains."
"Hello, Scott," the engineer replied, and smiled nervously.