"You love looking at me."

I nearly swallowed the whole glass of water when you said that. Your tone was cool and unhesitant...and I was dying.

Literally.

"Oh goodness!" You kept patting my back because I can't stop coughing all the water out of my throat.

So, this is how it feels like to drown?

I never learned how to swim so, I've never risked riding a boat for fear of sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Who would have thought I could drown in a glass of water.

"Here, take my handkerchief." You were looking at me worriedly. Wiping my mouth with a piece of cloth that smells like you. "Are you fine now?"

I sniffled, trying to compose myself.

"Yes. I—I'm alright. Water just entered the wrong pipe." I tried to laugh. It came out awkward.

Damn it.

"You know, for a science major, you should remember that you can't breath when you swallow." You were smiling again, teasing.

"Accidents, accidents." I defended, wagging my head, returning your wide smile. I cannot stop meeting your eyes. They were a breathe of fresh air. Alive and—astonishing.

"There you are again." You tilted your head, curiously looking at me. "You're doing it again."

"What?" I looked around us. Trying to push the nerves of...'admitting'...what I am not prepared to admit. Am I afraid to reveal my color?

What if...