She was watching him train and she was day dreaming as usual. She enjoyed knowing him around. He was her best friend, even though it didn't seem like much was going on between them.
They didn't talk much when somebody was around. He never even looked straight at her in public. But she knew he was always keeping an eye on her. He would come in her room at night whenever she screamed herself awake from one of her nightmares. She wouldn't let him touch her, yet he would stay there and talk her into calming down. Then he would watch her fall asleep.
In return, she would make sweets for him. She was always making him cupcakes. Those were his favorite. She would share her cigarettes with him, and he would share his tree with her. Yes, they had a friendship that suited their characters.
They were content with it being the way it was.
Until one night, when she was having bad dreams again. She got up and walked into his room shaking. She climbed in his bed and curled next to him, asking for him to hold her in his arms. He was stunned. Never before had he been allowed to touch her. Yet, he did as requested.
His body was warm, warmer than anybody else's. She liked that. She liked his smell, that of burnt wood. She liked hearing his steady breath. She liked feeling protected. And that was when she realised it. She liked him. More than just a friend.
She woke up still in his arms, feeling the sun rays on her face. She smiled to herself. Friendship was better than nothing.