The Prime of Ambition Anniversary Contest - Fanwork 

Fanfic by Aarien - “Foolish” 

I’m not going crazy. Really. I’m a sane person, who’s capable to think and decide on their own. Thus, I’m not fantasizing. Not about him. It’s foolish to fantasize about someone you’re supposed to hate, only crazy people do that. And, as I said, I’m not crazy. Right, guys? 

But then, lying upside down on the bed, heels on the bedhead and my gaze lost in front of me, I realize that I’m talking to my feet... again. 

Okay, so perhaps I am crazy, after all. Or, maybe, I’m approaching madness, even if I’m not insane yet. Because if I’m able to say that maybe I’m going crazy, it means that I still have enough sanity to tell that something’s wrong with me. And this makes me a sane person. Doesn’t it? 

But then again, how can I tell when exactly I’m going crazy, if I won’t be thinking properly? After all, imagining in your arms the very last person you would ever touch in your life isn’t exactly what they call “thinking properly”... just his name should be enough to send me shivers.  

And it does, but they aren’t exactly the shivers one would expect.  

Like with his eyes. They bring something with them, something that burns and makes you wonder what keeps them aflame. And makes you want to try and see if you can steal some of those flames from that gaze... It’s... foolish, really. 

Foolish... but tempting. Arguing and fighting with that much intensity, one could say that the hatred could slowly turn into... something else... 

I widen my eyes and violently get up. Now I’m sitting on the bed, trying to wash away the little smirking voice who tell me that that thought isn’t so bad after all. 

But it’s foolish to fantasize about someone you hate, so I shrug it off and get off the bed, deciding that, if I can trash all of this, then I’m definitely a sane person.  

...and my feet agree with me about this.