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From the very first moment I noticed her, I couldn't look away. She smiled that stupid smile, and I felt overtaken. She was special, even though I couldn't figure out exactly why that was. She looked so childish, completely unaware of the horrors beyond her youth. I wanted to hate her for looking so goddamn innocent, but I couldn't quite bring myself to such a state.
I wanted to be next to her. I wanted to feel the unerring warmth of her smile. I wanted whisper my terrible secrets into her ear and beg her to forgive me. I wanted her to understand and tell me that it wasn't my fault. I wanted her to love me. But she didn't.
Every time I saw her, I couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again. Even when she acted stupid, she gave me a little hope. For a while, I wasn't surrounded by such cold creatures. I could feel warm. I found myself drawn to her by some inexplicably strong force.
I wanted to spend time with her. I wanted to laugh with her. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted sit with her and listen to her rattle on about everything. I wanted her to look at me, smile, and promise me that she would always be by my side. But she didn't.
When she was in trouble, I could feel my icy heart crack, ever-so-slightly. I told myself not to care. I told myself that she was nothing more than anyone else. Still, I couldn't stop myself from seeing her face. I was crushed by the tears that flowed so freely.
I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her slight frame. I wanted to hold her close. I wanted to feel her heartbeat and hear her quiet breath. I wanted her to lean on my shoulder and cry. I wanted to be the one to bring back that brilliant smile. But I didn't.
I wish I did.
A/N: I was thinking of a certain character when I wrote this. However, once I finished, I realised that this could have been from the perspective of several characters. I will let any readers decide who it is. As always, please review.