Title: The Littlest thing
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Summary: Naomi is away, and lonely.
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The Littlest thing
There's a tender heart behind that rock-like one.
She just doesn't want to show it, to throw it at anyone. Because she's afraid that, once she's done it, she can never get it back. Not entierly anyway, not as strong as it used to be. Her heart is not a rock and yet she's sure it's almost a more dangerous weapon. She always smiles saldy when thinking about this comparisson, mostly because it has been true so far. If put in the wrong hands, it could do some hard damages. So she keeps it to herself, or try to. Caring is overrated she thinks. Care creates expectations, you want people to care for you, too. What if they don't, what if you're not important enough for them? Then you feel stupid, because there's an unbalance and you're the one who's looked down on. No care, no expection. No disappointment. It seems so easy, so logical. She cares about things, material things. Not people. She always thought that nothing would ever surprise her, that she expects too much anyway and would always end up disappointed, no matter what. Yet she did. And, ironically enough, she surprised her by caring.
Naomi lets a sly smile spread on her face as she pictures the little redhead. She misses her. That's unexpected. She wanted to breath, to just leave for a bit, and yet Cyprus' air seems even more oppressing than Bristol. The only place where she can actually feel good is on the beach. At sunset of course, because here nobody cares about her romantic part that she refuses to show at home. Here she can let her thoughts wonder, and she knows that sooner or later they'll flow back to Emily. She looks at the waves, and how similar they are to the determined redhead. You can't fight the ocean. Wherever it wants to go, it'll go; no matter how hard the waves have to hit the rock, and no matter how long it takes. It's just the way things are meant to be. She doesn't want to care and she can't help herself. She can't help the warm feeling invading her whole body at the thought of Emily and her, together. Images don't stop assaulting her mind, Emily and her, peacefully sitting, hands entertwined. Emily in her arms, back pressed agaist her chest, watching the ocean. She feels a pang as she realises how much she wants her here. Frustration makes its way to her heart, and she decides that there's no point fighting something you can't stop, something that even makes you feel good sometimes. Out of frustration, she pick up a rock and throws it in the ocean, as far as she can. She feels like, just like the rock, she could very easily let herself drown into what Emily is offering her. Maybe for once and for only one person, she could show that tender heart of hers that even herself doesn't know that much. After all she's always wanted to be surprised.