You could just tell by the way she looked at him that she fell, and she fell hard. But it was a sort of fall that you wouldn't really expect. Not from her at least. She fell the way you -pardon the TFIOS reference- the way you fell asleep. Slowly, then all at once. She fell for the way he talked to her when they were alone, looking into her eyes still so playful yet hurt and full of emotion. She fell for his arms, and how they were too strong for her and she couldn't pull out of them when they joked around and fought. She fell for his laugh that sounded like a little kids giggle, his eyes that shone so brightly when they talked about the things he loved. She fell for the way he let her rest her head on his shoulder when she was sad or simply tired, and how he would rest his head against hers. She fell for the way she would point out different marks on his arms and he would repeat the same stories that she knew so well. She fell for the late night calls and how he always sounded so sleepy on the phone, and how he would stay up with her when she wasn't. She fell for him, but she never said it. She was too scared because she knew he would never feel the same, but that never stopped her from reading love stories and how she desperately wished to be loved by him like that of the couples in the stories. And it pained her, when he talked about the girls he liked, but never said anything. She fell and she fell hard, but there was nothing for her to say or do because she fell all at the wrong moments. She knew she shouldn't have fallen and she tried so hard, but couldn't stop tripping over the edge and falling harder than ever.
