He looks at her from afar.
He couldn't help it. He knows her friends hate him, and she herself would probably cut him to pieces if she finds out he does.
He still hasn't decided if that was literal or figurative.
All he knows is that there was something about her, and it inexplicably draws him closer. He couldn't resist the pull, and he was surprised when he realized that he didn't want to. And so he allows himself to be swept by it, almost like a flood.
No, not a flood. A firestorm, and he is consumed completely.
It's not just because of her face. Yes, she is beautiful, but there are a lot of beautiful women out there who throw themselves at his feet. No, there was something else with her.
He wonders what it was that drew him to her. He's seen in her in her many moods, and he comes up with an idea. Maybe it was the paradox of who she is. Calm but fiery. Graceful but deadly. Fire and ice. She was infinitely better than any woman he's seen, even more than that silly one that they foolishly keep on trying to protect.
He sighs to himself. She was definitely unique. If only…
No, there's no room for regret. They were on opposite sides, him and her. They will eventually face each other in the battlefield, and when that time comes, he has to steel his heart. The fight is inevitable.
But until that day comes, he continues to watch.
