A/N- TIVA is cannon, it's not even a question now. But this is set before it was as open-ish as it is now. Think of it as a pre-cannon cannon fic. Did that make any sense? I don't think so. Don't judge me, it's late.
I glance over at him, every now and again, every time I feel his eyes on me. As soon as I do he looks away and colour rises to his cheeks, turning them a delicate shade of pink. And then I smile, because he know's I've caught him. But it is our secret. I won't say anything too him, and he won't say anything to me. It is as simple as that.
When I go home at night, when I'm laying alone in bed looking at the sky through my window, I think about those looks, those moments where our eyes almost meet. It is like us, paths almost crossing and then missing each by a fraction, by a chance.
The idea that we will just keep passing each other, so close but never touching makes me feel so empty. I can feel it in the very depths of my heart. I close my eyes to stop the tears, but they flow anyway.
It hurts so much to want something that can never be, because once given hope, and love, can not be taken back.
And that is the truth of the matter, is it not? I love him, and he loves me. But it will never work, and we both know it, and we both except it, but that doesn't stop the love from having flown forth from our hearts. A bird set free, never to return from the sky where it has made it's home. It leaves behind a hole that can never be filled.
I push away my sad thought, with a small shake of my head.
And once again I feel his eyes on me.
And once again I look over at him.
And once again I smile, because for once, our eyes met.