Naturality
This was completely and utterly ridiculous, she thought, and she knew that he was thinking it too. It was natural--they often spent time doing double practices, that was how well she'd gotten to know him--but sometimes, even at this point she felt like she didn't know him at all. People were not lying when they called him a block of ice.
He was as untouchable and as unmeltable as ice, he felt like ice--hell--his eyes, they seemed like ice in its purest form.
She'd always hoped she'd be able to change that.
He'd never thought about letting her, but it was just natural. She was going to get under his skin sooner or later, that's just the kind of person she was.
But it was completely and utterly ridiculous how both of them sat under the same moon and the same stars and wished for better days--when he was so painfully aware of reality and she was supposedly so content where she was now.
Things always had a tendency to change. It was just natural.
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change. immortal theme, so it seems. *sigh*