II. Change
She will never admit it, but she thinks of him softly from time to time.
A smile never fails to come to her cherry lips when she pulls from the collection of memories she's stored over the years. She pictures him and the stubble on his jaw and thinks it rather becoming on him and imagines, just for a moment, what things would be like if they were more than friends.
She loves him, but acknowledging that would break that damned line in half.
Once upon a time, his piercing, inquisitive eyes would soften whenever he made eye contact with her, but lately he'd been shooting her so many cold stares that she couldn't help but doubt their friendship – a friendship that had been built from the ground up and kept strong for several years.
She wonders if he even gives a damn about her anymore.