Watching waiting wondering. He purched himself on the ledge, looking down at his love.
She could never know about him, but he already knew everything about her. It would put her in danger of the worst kind. Her life would have to change, her world would flip.
He could not show himself to her, she would run, hide, hate him...
So he waits, watching and wondering about what could be and what will be...
Hating every second he wastes on her...
Hating every second he wasted without her...