Her eyes have frozen over like the surface of a winter puddle, robbing them of their usual warmth. She's in there, I know it - he knows it, but it's like she just took a huge step back from life. He wants to lend a hand and pull her out of the sea that is eager to see her wince in its cold-harsh captive. He wants to reach out and let her understand-realise it isn't hopeless, but she won't believe him. He wants to rekindle her heat but her insides are too damp with uncried tears. He always knew she had pain inside, but now its visible on her face and he wish it would go away. Her eyes were a bottomless pool of darkness, he knew, but he could not help trying to find the bottom. There was a bundle of sorrow swimming in them and he wanted, needed to do something to help. But he saw fierceness and pride in her eyes, and he knew that she would not accept any help. Fate loves to play the 'back-and-forth' game with its inhabitants 'till we're torn apart, but when we gather our stand just to fall back again - will even a man's echoes of a help in hand ever reach to deaf ears? Sue isn't like you and I - no one claimed so anyways. Though, bear in mind - no one stated the fact that you can indeed transform ice into it's oringinal posture. All you need is heat, and maybe Harry is enough to become that heat that plays its role against a hardened ice. --SLOW UPDATES-- "These are the strength of the world: the laughing through tears, hide your own worries and worry for others and make others happy." -Sue "A perfect girl isn't real, and a real girl isn't perfect." -Harry Styles #5 - fanfictiononedirection #65 - fanfictiononedirection Cover by- @-bizzleth
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