Flying Without Wings

He loved how much of a mystery she was. How she stared out the window, with her eyes full of curiosity. He fell in love with how she made his name sound so delicate; like it was a vase about to break. He couldn't figure out why, but he loved her; Fitz.

She loved how he kept pestering her to speak to him. How he seemed to care so much. She fell in love with the way he looked at her as if she'd been missing for ages. She fell in love with the way he twirled his pen around with his fingers. Though she never spoke of how much she loved him; Myla.