She was beautiful, and he hated that.
She quickly brushed her tight curls into a small ponytail.
He watched mesmerized as her fingers rested delicately against her cheek, her chin in her hand as she stared dreamily out of the window. Her piles of books hiding her from the world, and protecting her from him.
He hurt her, he knew, but no one could know.
He saw her there, the fire of her gaze consuming him. She squinted her eyes and turned away, eradicating everything wrong with the world.
He knew the moment he saw her.
He was stupid, blind, and drowning. His world and life had been devoured. It was dark, and he was so dark and cold, and so alone. Seeing her, knowing she was alive, just the fact that she had escaped gave him the strength to carry on in this darkest hour.
All of creation was ending, and she was there.
She was safe, it was over, but in another's arms.