Illya is watching Napoleon.
A pre-slash story.
Written: February 2008. Word count: 100.
I look at him and find myself wondering what is going through his mind.
What does that look mean?
Why is he not looking at me?
Has he worked out how I feel about him?
If so, does it make him uncomfortable?
I cannot help my feelings. I tried; I tried so very hard not to fall in love with him.
But we cannot chose with whom we fall in love.
Sometimes I think I should tell him.
But I do not.
Instead I go on watching him and trying to work out what is going on in his mind.
Keep Out is the companion piece to this story.
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