I slowly leaned forward and found my hands reaching for both sides of his face. When my palms made contact to his cheeks, I felt him lean on to them weakly, his eyes still keeping eye contact. I used my thumbs to wipe away his tears but I couldn't say anything to make him feel better that would not shake the status quo.
The truth was, he was not the only one feeling that strong pull of wanting to be close to the other. He is not the only one feeling that inexplicable obsession.
From the first time, I saw Darth, I knew that he was trouble. His head had a glaringly bright "100" on top of it without any enhancements or buffs. It was a rare occurence as I have only met a few human men with this perfect resonance only a few times so far.
