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[ she fell so fast for that dumb, idiotic assassin. goodness. how dare you.
ib, being ib, is quite a naive soul. almost overly so. she has a good intuition, but sometimes her plain ignorance leads her to people that no one would expect someone of her background and personality to talk to. one of the lucky winners of the lottery to encounter her sugar-coated stupidity happened to be a boy with a nice hat and the name craig tucker.
ib’s relationship with craig is based upon pure trust. she doesn’t think she she’s felt so comfortable around someone for a long time, making her very, very grateful for his existence in the first place. he talks to her, and she talks to him. ib feels as if craig is one of the few people that she can divulge in, and in turn invites him to ease off some of his burden on her if he needs to do so. he is a crutch for the bad days, a star for the good days, and overall a friend that she loves and cherishes with her whole being. surprisingly enough, while she’s put off by his vulgar side, she doesn’t mind it as much as he thinks that she does. the weirdness, both his and his hometown’s, while completely foreign, is amusing to a degree. she appreciates him and his little quirks, something that he doesn’t seem to want to accept fully yet. honestly, if there’s anything that she wants him to stop or transform, it’s his ill nature toward everyone that isn’t her. she knows how it feels to be bullied, and even if they’re nothing like her, even if they deserve it, she doesn’t want that feeling to spread anywhere else. what a good cookie.
the fact he’s trying to change in the first place, for her of all people, is really embarrassing, and more often than not she finds herself either laughing or being flustered over how his attempts at becoming a better man just for her. it feels strange to be so important to someone, given her nature. so she tries hard too, in attempt to be a good companion to him as well. in truth, she’s grown a lot because of him– the nervousness has lessened. she doesn’t try to slip in an apology for everything that she does. her smiles decide to pop in more often, and her body doesn’t feel as stiff anymore. it feels nice to melt. it feels nice to not have to put up so many walls around someone. it feels nice to be young, to be dumb, to be her. he must have been magic. what a strange miracle.
she doesn’t know how it feels to be in love, romantic attraction to be exact, nor does she know how to deal with it if it’s pointed at her. looking at them, i don’t think that either of them knew how to deal with it. her feelings have always been there though, with her only needing a few defining words for her to finally put two and two together to finally apply a title for her affection. “ can i spend the rest of my life with him? “ she asks herself, and, much to her shock, the idea actually doesn’t to be too impossible of one. if the video calls, the laughs, the smiles and the tears, and the irrevocable fact that he was still there, with her meant anything– then, well. call her taken.
they support each other, they thrive with each other, they adore each other, they love each other. in truth, ib doesn’t think that she’d be able to feel this way with anyone else. so she will try, and she will try hard, to keep him close to her. because she knows that an opportunity of this quality will not come her way for a while, if at all. and, honestly, she doesn’t want to feel this way with anyone else. ]
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