It hits her randomly. Like some sort of sharp pain in your chest you get struck when doing nothing. It happens quick and unpredictable, a replica of a lightning bolt. She’s just watching your brush your hand through your curly ginger hair, soft red flames catching her eyes, and the way your freckles disappear in the crinkle of your smile. It’s all so… pretty, and then it hits her.

She’s in love with you. The feeling settles deep in her chest, an ache beginning to form. It doesn’t feel like something’s new. She can always remembering admiring your red hair, even when you two were just small children.

It’s more of coming to a conclusion though she hadn’t been questioning everything. Maybe she’d always been sure of her feelings, even when you two were buddies since long ago, she just never voiced it out loud or ever… not even in her head.

She’s not sure if this will even change things, seeing as everything has always been platonic with you, yet very close. Maybe it’ll just change her, and hell, that’s okay.

“I really like your hair,” she sighs, probably the only affectionate thing she’s said to you during your entire friendship, mindlessly watching you, with the new feeling deep in her pit. “Reminds me of fire.”