This is going to be a series of one-shots based off a playlist I've made of songs that remind me of Nate and Sophie. This shouldn't take too long.
"Heaven help my heart/ The day that I find/ Suddenly I've run out of secrets/ Suddenly I'm not always on his mind."- "Heaven Help My Heart" from Chess
She always watched him. Mostly to make sure he didn't slip back into being an alcoholic, but there was always that need just to be able to look at him and know he was there. It was when he stared back that she stamped down on her own heart and listened to it crack just a little more. He wanted her; she could see it. But, it wasn't enough. Not anymore. She needed the assurance that he wouldn't bolt when she got too close; she needed to know that he would be honest with her, actually let her love him.
She didn't know if he would be able to give that to her. She didn't know if he had it in him to love her. Hell, she didn't think she was capable of loving him. And, she was afraid. She knew that part of his fascination with her was the thrill of hunting down her secrets, unveiling small pieces of her. She couldn't keep him chasing after her forever and have him at the same time. She had to choose, and the chase was so much safer than giving him her heart. So, she settled for watching and wanting.