Sam watched as a figure picked greenery from the earth. A lopsided grin graced his features through his mask that resembled that of a creeper's. He reached a hand to ruffle his green hair, chuckling when he caught sight of the person sneezing from the pollen in the air.

He sat down by the roots of the tree behind him. Continuing to watch the one person he fancied while playing with the straps of his mask to pass time.

The urge that formed inside of him became terrifyingly huge. He wanted to spend time with them, feel how their touch would be on his skin, how gentle they would be when it came to him just like they acted to others.

No words could explain the feelings he held for them. The way his stomach caught butterflies, keeping them encaged as long as they're in the presence of that person, his heart beating faster than before from hearing their lovely voice.

Oh, Heaven help a fool who falls in love.