From my angle on the ground and her two steps up, she’s slightly taller than me so I have to look up at her. I’ve been looking up at her from every panic induced dream I’ve had since that day on the ice, like she’s meant to be there. A fucking guardian angel, I guess. Which is something I’ll never say out loud because I’d never let myself live that down. Especially considering how much I crave that from her. Like she would want to save me. Pathetic.
