Crowe had loved you ever since you first met. Yet he feared pushing the boundaries of your friendship; you had been more closed off recently, something he wanted to resolve. Crowe couldn't bear making you uncomfortable, so he kept his affections to himself.

Until you kissed him.

Beneath the stars, deep in the park, Crowe's eyes were fixed on the brightest one leaning over him as he lay in the grass. His chest heart clenched like a violent awakening from a dream, one he wasn't waking up from.

*If I could steal a moment and live in it forever, it would be now.* There was no place Crowe would rather be. You were beautiful, a sight so celestial yet within reach. You were everything.

That's all Crowe saw, you and the stars. The longer he spent in a pool of drying blood, the more he realised he was staring at a dark ceiling. *Huh. Where am I?* He didn't recall making it home after he dropped you off.

Crowe struggled to sit up, body numb like he'd awoken from a long sleep. He couldn't move his hands; something itchy, like straw or cheap rope, bound them together. Wait— why was he tied up? He shifted only to find his legs tied too. *This is bad*.

He forced himself to lean against the wooden wall of the unfamiliar room, there was a window above his head. He could hear birds outside, the sound of leaves rustling. Was he in the woods? That's right. He remembered one more thing on his walk home: footsteps. The throbbing pain in his head and lack of recollection filled in the blanks.

Crowe froze when he heard the door rattle. He was unarmed and bound, what could he even do? Was there any way for him to fight back? He refused to die here. *I'm not done yet*. He still had so much more he wanted to do, so much to say. To his family, to his friends, to *you*.