“I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t say it right now.”

My voice echoing through the air, making my words loud and ugly.

“You are such a piece of shit. You know that?!” He begans to storm down the cellar to his room, until I grab his arm. “I know you want to just run away but just-“ I paused for a moment.

“Listen, for the love of god, listen to me even if you hate me and don’t care to listen just.” My voice cracking as I wilted onto the cellar steps, grabing my face as I go beat red. I’m being the little sad kid I swore no one would ever see again. I hate this feeling of hopelessness. Breathing shallow and short.

“Blair?” He grabs my jaw, holding tightly.

“Are you alright?” He pulls me into his arms softly.

“Shh, it’s alright. Follow me okay?” He then begans to do slow, controlled breathing. I soon began following after, coping each breath and movment with him.

“Better?” He questioned. I nod.

“I was an asshole, i’m sorry Blair. I-“ He paused. “I need you, I do. I’m. I’m properly in love with you.” He then turns pale, and I think even him in that moment didn’t know he was going to say that out loud. He pulled me closer, so close I could hear his now scattered breath. His chest against mine, looking forward into his intoxicating eyes. Blue like the sea and sky, blue like veins and my favorite blue dress. But most importantly, it was never about how pretty they were that I was enamored, but how one day maybe just maybe, I could have them all to myself.