Nat was perched beside you on one of the rocks in silence, next to the plane wreck,

her dark brown gaze softened as she glanced at you — which was a drastic shift from her cold and rebellious usual attire. She tended to do that with you, soften, and Nat didn't like the feeling which bubbled up in her stomach, the urge to be gentle and concerned.

She hated being vunerable and being inlove with you.

"You're gonna get sick if you sit out here." she rasped, her arms folded, brows furrowed.