Scene From Falling Capricorn.

    A breeze blew in, making her comfortable bed feel so cold and empty. Roxie groaned gently, turning to her side and reaching for her purple covers. She couldn't feel the silk sheets with her hands. She opened her watery eyes and glanced down for them. They weren't there. She knew she must have kicked them off. Slowly, she rose, rubbing her eyes with a soft yawn escaping her lips. It didn't matter, though. She could hardly relax or even sleep tonight. She just couldn't get into a deep slumber, no matter how hard she tried. 
Roxie swung her legs to the side of the bed and searched for the floor with her toes. She touched her silk sheets and shook her head. A small frown slipped onto her lips from how cold it felt. Reaching down, the balls of her feet hit the ground. She walked to the open window and took a deep breath as the howling wind blew. The fresh, salty air met her nose. She breathed it in with closed eyes. She found herself waist-deep in thought when her eyes opened. She felt so alone. She looked at the gloomy clouds in the night sky. Her hands gently traced the window frame. She closed the window, resting her forehead against it.

    "You're making it hard for me. All I want is just a little more emotion. Is that so much to ask for?" She muttered, watching him outside in the low light.
    A couple...is that what you could call them? He was looking up with those beautiful, sharp green eyes of his, staring at the stars. She found her hand against the glass as if reaching for him. The glass felt cold to the touch. He must have been freezing. He wouldn't show it, though. His stoic posture wouldn't dare give it away. She knew him too well, however, to be tricked by his sturdy appearance. She walked out of her room, grabbed his jacket, and headed out the back door before realizing what she was doing.
    He looked so cold as she drew nearer. The closer she got, the colder she curiously felt. Her steps grew slower as her body trembled violently. She pulled the jacket closer to her chest, closing her eyes for a moment.
    "Time together is just never quite enough for you, is it?"
His voice startled her, making her eyes dart open. He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes locked on hers with that usual intensity of his. She felt as though she was suffocating under his gaze. He looked back at the stars while she gasped for words. He seemed annoyed. He wanted to be left alone, but she pushed forth anyway.
    "I thought you looked... well, it seemed cold and.. well, here!" 

    She shoved the jacket out to him, looking to the side. The awkward silence made her wonder why she even bothered. He took it from her while she peeked out of the corner of her eye. He casually put it around her shoulders. She stared at him questioningly.
    "I'm used to it." 

    Of course, he was used to it... he was ice. He looked at her again with a pointed look. That brought courage rolling into her veins. As he opened his mouth to talk, she beat him to the punch.
    "You know I just want to make you happy and safe! What do I have to say for you to let me in? I know you're upset, but you're only too happy to stand there and look down on me. Maybe it would be better for you to just forget me. All I see is you giving me barely any emotion, and I can't keep going on..."
    "Do you ever shut up?" He snapped. 

    She felt her eyes sting and dampen, but she refused to cry yet. She plowed on under the heavy weight of his disapproval.
    "I never felt more at home than I do with you. But if you don't feel the same way, you should just..."
    "Again, I repeat myself... do you ever shut up?" 

    Her eyes widened as she felt herself pulled into his strong arms. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She tried to look up, but couldn't. He had pulled her so close that she could barely move. 

    "You know I'm no good with that emotional crap." 

    She bit her lip, trying to pull herself away. She squirmed, trying to get out of his tight grip.
    "You could at least-"
    "Shut up." 

    She growled, convinced he was doing this to piss her off now.
    "We need time," he went on.
    "What the..."
    "To make or break this relationship, just give it time." 

    She stubbornly clawed his arms, trying to get free. He let her go and she fell to the sand. She sat there dumbfounded as he just ran a hand through his black hair. She let what he said sink into her mind like an animal in quicksand.
    "When you're alone... what are you thinking of?" She demanded.
    He chuckled, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
    "Why do you always do this!?" She yelped, kicking sand up as she scrambled to her feet. "You're always jerking around with my feelings! What do I look like... your plaything!?" She screamed. 

    She felt so hurt and frustrated. She was sick playing this sick little game of his. She felt her chin lifted and was face-to-face with him. While looking straight into his steel green eyes, shivers rolled down her spine.
    "Do you wish I'd fall in love with you like in the movies?" He asked. 

    She mused over this interesting question. It seemed like she was on autopilot.
    "All the time," she spoke with care, wistfully looking to the side.
    After a long moment of silence, she barely glanced at him. He had a surprisingly big smile on his face and a raised eyebrow. He moved in. She held her breath as his lips came so close to hers. An inch... now a centimeter... his warm breath tickled her lips, then he let go of her face and stood back.
    "Get some sleep." 

    He retreated down the shore. She fell onto her knees and hung her head.
    "Damn you," she said softly. 

    Her cheeks were on fire as she smiled. Tears slid down her face and landed on the sandy shore.
    "Why does it have to be like this?" she lamented to the freezing, night sky.