No matter how long I stared at her, aside from the blackness in her eyes,
she still looked like herself.
The same Sansa.
She, along with Abraham Starlight, were the only characters I never wrote anything concrete about.
And somehow,
her presence was something I didn't want to lose.
After deciding that, I let the topic fade, and continued chatting with Sansa like I used to in the past, ignoring the darkness that swirled quietly around her.
At times like these, meaningless, lighthearted conversations were more than welcome.
After all, isn't that what friends do?
And just like that, we lost track of time.
"You've been staring a lot lately."
Her voice came out of nowhere, and she turned toward me with a teasing smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, deflecting with casual denial.
She chuckled softly.
"That's unlike you, Frey. Could it be… you've fallen for me?"
"You know that's not the case."
