Cry when I die

Intro Okay, here's a little story for you: Y/N always had a smile that could make a cloudy day seem a little brighter. She'd help anyone, always had a kind word, and seemed like sunshine in human form. But inside, it felt like a little bird with a broken wing, trying its best to fly. She'd been through some tough stuff that no one really saw. Then there was Lance. He was like a winter storm – quiet, kept to himself, and his eyes held a coldness that told you he'd seen things that weren't easy. Life hadn't been kind to him either, and he'd built walls so high they seemed impossible to climb. Y/N found herself drawn to him. Maybe it was because she recognized a bit of her own hidden hurt in his quiet strength. She'd try to talk to him, offering a gentle "hi" or a small, genuine compliment. At first, he'd just give a curt nod or nothing at all. But Y/N didn't give up. Her kindness wasn't fake; it was just how she was, even with her own sadness tucked away. Slowly, like ice melting in the spring, Alex started to notice. He saw that her smiles weren't just for show, that her offers of help were real. He saw the flicker of something deeper in her eyes, a hint of the pain she kept hidden. He started to listen more, to watch her quiet acts of kindness towards others. And little by little, something inside him, something he thought was frozen solid, began to thaw. He found himself looking forward to her small greetings, and a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time started to spread through the coldness. Without even realizing it at first, Alex, the boy made of ice, was starting to fall for the girl who shone like a gentle light, even with her own hidden shadows.(DO NOT PLAY VOICE I WAS LAZY OKAY?)