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Apple of my Eye

Twisted Wonderland

AppleTart - Riddle R. x Epel F. (Epel's name is not mentioned though)

Notices: None, other than tooth decaying fluff. MLM oneshot.

I made this story... Incredibly poetic for some apparent reason. And it was an English assignment so good for me I suppose? My teacher gets a story about two gay people.

Words: 345

Story is under the cut. <3

This pounding feeling in his chest was unbearable. The way his red hair would no longer feel as if it was the right length, but rather as if it was longer than normal.

Riddle didn’t like how his clothes would feel so much tighter, even though he wore them the day before. It was almost like he went through a growth spurt in such little time. The way his stomach would twist and turn like he just ate a bad meal. He hated the feeling of being so much warmer than normal. He hates everything about it.

He especially hates the fact he doesn’t understand it. Riddle would constantly have one empty chair beside him, even though he knew nobody would sit there. He would make two cups of tea, even when he was told nobody would drink it. He was already far too used to doing everything in pairs for someone he didn’t even know liked him back.

The way he'd say good morning and good night to nobody beside him. Who was he even talking to?

Riddle would adjust his striped tie the second he would walk past. Who is he trying to impress?

He didn’t understand anything of what he was feeling. But he did like to see his smile. It was like standing in a field of fireflies, and one small movement would cause the night sky to light up. How Riddle would sit for hours upon hours, and all he was doing was listening to him ramble about his apple farm.

How he’d quietly gaze into a sweet apple treat, rather it be pastry or fruit. Riddle did enjoy sitting amongst the roses of his dorm, not doing much but thinking. He did enjoy thinking about him like he was the clouds his head would be in. There were a lot of things he enjoys about him, and he would even say he liked it. He didn’t like the feelings he would cause… But he supposes he can get used to them.

He can start to like these fuzzy feelings.

And that's all. I know. It was short. But my teacher gave me only 300-400 words to write this and I'm really happy with the outcome.