A/N: Ah, the irony...
Ice Mice – Mice are small. So the challenge here is to write a drabble.
She loved him. It was that bloody simple.
The realisation didn't need fanfare: it didn't need balloons, applause, hugs and kisses. It just needed three little words and a little prayer sent silently away into a universe that she only half-understood. The plea that please please please she'd hear those three words said right back to her from him.
