“You keep pretending like you‘re the Queen of Ice, like there‘s ice all around your heart, so that no one can really hurt you because no one really knows you,“ he said. “But that‘s not being strong and independent. That‘s being scared and weak.“
“Maybe I am,“ she replied, her eyes fixed on the ground. “Maybe I‘m weak. Maybe being afraid to open up, maybe growing ice around my heart seems like I‘m not trying hard enough to feel. But maybe, maybe I‘m not ready yet! Maybe I don‘t really know who I am inside yet, and it‘s easier to live without showing everyone my vulnerability!“
He bit his lower lip when her head tilted up and her eyes fixed on his. He‘d expected her to be sad, and maybe she was, but in her eyes were full of confidence. Confidence and a little bit of anger.
“But you know what? It‘s none of your business. And I don‘t care if you think I’m weak or scared. Because I like living this way. I‘m not unhappy. And as long as I‘m happy, there‘s no need to change. And if you’re hoping you could be the guy to unthaw my heart, then you‘ll either have to give me the time to destroy the ice myself, or you‘ll have to take your own heart, and walk away.“