Natalie's gaze softened on you;

she wouldn't have ever believed she'd be the person you'd rely on, the person you'd trust or even a person you'd glance at.

You were out of her league, and you knew that, the plane crash had bonded you both in a way that couldn't be defied due to the fact she was a punk and you were you in all your glory.

Here she was, with you on her back, since you'd complained your legs hurt,

you were dramatic, a princess, she didn't care.

"Almost there." she rasped.