The clock always seemed to tick by much too slowly for her own liking, these parties were all the same: you danced, barley ate, and charmed people you despised being even near you.

"Have you thought about traveling?" It seemed to be the question on everyone's mind, or perhaps the best ice breaker for the so called ice-princess.

"It's not something I really want to do at the moment." Her voice held no emotion, grey eyes holding a very thick and very uncomfortable gaze with the young man.

He was handsome enough, she supposed, if one liked found looking like Prince Charming handsome. Blond hair clicked back, cunning blue eyes that glanced to her with silent ambition.

"In that case you must come to my estate in France," a mischievous smile breaking out across his face. "Long walks along the river, and Persian culture, it's all very romantic." He was grinning like a cat who had received an entire jug of milk. But her expression showed no change, even disgust would have been acceptable, just to show that she felt something, that she could be persuaded.

She had only opened her mouth, when a whoosh caused her long hair to flip up. Eyes wide as the fizzy champagne swished to one side. And before she could even turn herh head, she heard his voice.

"I have come to deliver some bad luck," The young man no longer looked cool and calm, mischievous as he causally flirted with her, but rather horrified. Eyes wide, hands trembling as he slowly backed away. "Don't scream." He whispered, his voice sending chills down her back, as if a cold finger had trailed down her spine. An arm gripping her to him as he raced out.

And for the first time in a very long time, it felt as if her clock was beginning to tick once again.

Guards chased after them, the panic still too fresh for them to realize the legendary Black Cat had Kidnapped, but not killed. He was still carrying her, toes resting on his shoes as she struggled to pull away from him.

"Let me go!" She hissed, his eyes only narrowing as he picked up his pace. But there was no use, he was already far too ahead, for every one step they took, he took eight.

And within minutes, it was obvious that the night had concealed him, along with the daughter of the fourth richest man in the country.

Her hand fit snugly in his as he dragged her into his apartment, a,her eyes flickering to the floor in time to notice the blood grazing the edges of her high heels.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" His eyes remained fierce as he pushed her onto the sofa, peeling off her shoe which was caked with the crimson liquid. He said nothing as he walked away, coming back a few minutes later with a cheap plastic first aid box. Silently tending to the wound. Not even warning her when he was about to apply the alcohol.

"I don't understand why you even wear shoes like these." He mumbled, at least being honest, he could never imagine himself wearing such shoes. A thick heel, the front so small that it was a surprise her toes weren't crushed.

Half surprised when he didn't hear a witty retort as always, looking up to see drops from the ocean sliding down her face.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, long hair hiding the grey eyes that caused his heart to swell whenever he saw. "I'm so sorry." The tears continued to fall, dropping in damp drop,s on her white gloves.

"Hey, it's fine." He whispered, his hands grasping her own as his thumb stroked over it. "They're your feet, you can hurt them as much as you want." It was awkward to let him allow her to hurt herself. And then he felt as if he understood, she was telling him she couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't give up the dresses, shoes, and perfume like she had claimed she could a year prior.

She was giving up.

"It's not that," his heart shielded itself, bracing him for the bleak outcome of the night he had waited so long for. "I'm sorry for doubting you." The tears streaking down her cheeks, both hands cupping his own.

"I was so sure that you had forgotten, or maybe you realized how foolish this was." The words stung, he certainly didn't think that. "Running away with me, how it would be the equivalent to taking care of an infant." Her tone harsh, as her head tilted up. Eyes cold, filled with so much pain he wished he could simply take it away, remove and then dispose of it far away.

"And the thought that you didn't want me anymore, it made me very sad." It was too much, the cold feeling that surrounded his heart with the very thought that he had caused he so much needless suffering. A spontaneous embrace surrounded her, the bottle of alcohol colliding into the floor with a 'clang'. Liquid slowly coating every inch if the surface.

"I'm sorry too," he whispered, her cheeks flushed red with the sudden gift and from the tears. "For making you wait so long." Her arms slowly encircled his own lean body, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. The earthy scent of rain with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke floated to her nose.

"It's fine I forgive you" she whispered, earning a small smile from the lean man.

"Well I don't forgive you," he teased, earning a small smile from the ice princess herself, a feet even -which Train was proud to claim- the young man with the princely aura could not induce. "You're probably going to have to make this up to me." Laughing she caressed his cheek, her lips tentatively pecking his own.

"Welcome home" he said, and she was glad to be there.

And so the ice around her heart melted, if even only a little.