She realized it was something she could never control, but she didn't really try repressing it to begin with.
Initially,
it was just to follow his motherly and overprotective instinct, which
was totally against him and only agreed for so he could use her.
Gradually, her hate from vindictive activities tamed down as she
finally kept her tolerance fully admitting that what was unruly from
the standards was actually fun. Eventually, she began enjoying her
managerial duties and even decided to clean after him. She
comprehended that he is actually a hardworking man who wants to
overcome his own purpose by winning; what made her happier was that
he's bringing other people in their own lights and realizations. And
when she saw him tired and exhausted, the time during the death march
as she secretly peeked in his room, she understood it was something
deeper than it already was in absolution. She felt him, sleeping
soundlessly, his sorrow and happiness, his humanity, as she put the
blanket on him for comfort even if it was the only greatest thing she
could have ever done to lighten his burden. She knew he is a man who
does not let any of this kind of emotion out. She sensed that he
chooses to stay in his aggressive manner to prevent connections with
concept he already left in such complexities. This was the only thing
she could hold on for now and she
is going to firmly hold on to it.
Time
changes and passes, his amazing grace constantly shines through her.
His remorse, retorts and cunning mind, with all his outward totality;
she is learning his inner views, her philosophy profound. They were
all wrong with their preconceived assumptions; they weren't there
beneath the aching dread until they were bare of pain in which she
witnessed in time with him especially in doing what he finds fun,
American Football; she is lost and is found. With her own mix of
effort, she hears his real smiles and breathes his real life. He is
her one and only mystery. Among all of the team, he is the most human
and lone. Somehow, he makes her realize that there's a life in her
even without doing anything. She never feels wrong for what she is
pursuing and letting to evolve in her heart. He is the only one that
makes her feel at home. Although, metaphorically, such hill was
steep, she climbs in perfect acceptance, coming with her heart in
integrity. Now she finds her resolve and waits, without any
countdowns; all for believing.
While in a meeting for tactics inside the clubroom, the team looking at the table where he places their figures, she sits beside him, quasi-pondering. Pondering over and over the things making her connected to her faithful realization of affection, making her feel alive. She notices his left hand being free flowing under the table as he explains and points strategies with his right. Without thinking, she holds his free hand. For a moment she sees him almost looking directly at her and swearing, but a very unlikely action fires as he keeps calm and he grips her hand back. She gets caught in surprise of the response, but she smiles as he continues to magnify their plans in the field, suddenly with a lighter heart. She understands him more just with this sweet simplicity, now that he is more open enough to acknowledge her. She says to herself that he will never be alone anymore. Unknown to the entirety, love begins. Whether it is to be completely different from the usual, this is the eternity she does and will always desire for.