Blaire's POV

My wide-open eyes staring blankly at the sunroof above my head caught the attention of the minute tap on my window. Trailing down from the bed, I walked over to the window to face a very expected yet unexpected at this moment person.

" Hey, scooby- doo, come on in," I said, my voice light as a feather, a little cold too maybe.

He looked delighted yet very tired and clumsy. There was a prominent shadow of a sleepless night on his face and under his eyes.

" No, I'll just ...uh...come through the door I guess," I heard his silent reply which came after a long pause.

"Huh?" I looked questioningly.

With that, he climbed down the ladder and u rushed downstairs, in my PJs. Coming across the clock, I noticed that it was very early in the morning. The doorbell rang when I entered the drawing-room and I saw mom, keeping the newspaper aside and going towards the door. I strode across the living room and stood beside Mom while she opened the door.

" What is it, honey?" She asked.

Keeping my silence maintained, I just shook my head. The door opened to the same blank, vacant, clumsy and messy Christian as of a few minutes earlier. I noticed he didn't even change his clothes from last night. They both just stood face to face, without a word. God knows, how many minutes.

Did he think that mom would get impressed by his looks? I decided to break the silence for once but then considering it a bad idea, I just stood there as silent as to them. I could see his sapphires glitter. I don't know by what, there was a mixed emotion running through him. Finally, he broke the hard stare completion and stepped in the house. To everyone's surprise, he threw his arms around mom and inhaled. It was as if there was a soothing feeling in doing that. He just hugged her tight for a moment or so as tears rolled down his cheeks and nose turned pink. There was a blank reaction from the other side 'because mom didn't even budge.

He stepped back, again staring hard into the eyes. This time he took a glance at all three of us. He slipped his hands into the pocket and brought out a piece of cloth. A pink satin triangular-shaped cloth which looked more like a torn piece.

" Aunt Mel," he whispered, holding the piece of cloth neatly in his hands.

" Uncle lob," he whispered as he glanced towards my father.

This time it was mom who extended her hand and cupped his face, caressing it for a while.

" It's you then, Christian," 

" Yes, it's me..." He trailed off.

" How are you, uncle lob?" 

" Seems like, your 'R' hasn't yet been repaired," he added humour to his words that escaped a short laugh from both of them.

My father's name is Robert but Jamie, that is Christian always used to call him lob as he couldn't pronounce R. By then, I was delighted. I watched as he hugged dad and then finally landed his eyes on me.

" So my Jimmy," he added all the sugar and 'aww' reaction he could.

He came forward and wrapped his arms around my waist as he hugged me up in the air, bringing the feel of gravity-less earth back.

" Jamie," I squealed. Together everyone called us Jim-Jam.

" This world is so fucked up!" I threw my hands in the air.

" No swearings," mom stern as always.

" Like, we have been together for months now, even though we stayed together. How did I not know you? Identify you? How come? " I continued.

" Hmm," he nodded.

" yes, I agree. Totally your fault," he added sarcastically and I smacked his arm.

"Eleven long years," we whispered in unison.

"I just wished I could meet all of you all over again. Not many memories we had after all," 

"We have tons idiot, we just don't remember much. We were so little back then, "my tone wrapped in explanation.

"Yeah, as if everything was suddenly displaced," his voice lowered.

"After Mom passed away, Christopher went haywire. He was at that moment of life that time, losing his own parents and then getting my mom as support...," He paused, "we were like brothers but after she passed away, everything was a blackout."

"Uncle had a transfer far away in the east and you guys shifted by then. Dad started blaming himself and started staying out on more tours to keep himself busy and increased his merchandise. A year later," his continuation paused.

"Kim died," my mom trailed off.

Everybody was silent until Christian spoke up again, "yes, Granny died and I shifted here to my uncle's place. Then after Christopher became a drug dealer from a drug addict, life became hell. Dad passed a will that after the age of twenty-one, all that he has assets he has in this life will be transferred to my name. This made him angry as a fireball and from then he's after me," he sighed a heavy breath as he stopped.

By then, we were sitting around the breakfast table having out routine caffeine intake.

"I remember having those nightmares. I just grasped this little piece of cloth and tried recollecting the happy memories of you putting me to sleep," he said directing his words towards mom.

"I still miss her so much," Mom's upset voice and depressed eyes crouch down.

"Me too," I could hear Christian whisper.

I just stared hard into my coffee, thinking stuff like how small the world is that we all met again. Yet despite being so small, it took twelve years.

"Well, Jam, you met me long before you met your aunt, then how come....," He trailed off.

"Maybe, you've become a little too old in these long eleven years...I remember you being clean-shaven with sharp jawlines back then."

"Oh, good old days, but it seems like the trend has changed so I started keeping this beard and well, I myself can't even find my jawline anymore," dad replied and there was laughter all around the table.

"Am I allowed to date your daughter then?"  Chris cut in 

Mom raised an eyebrow and then there were soft giggles again.

"Britney would be so happy to see you two together if she would've been here. This is something we both planned back then and I don't think there's enough reason to drop this plan," she smiled at us.

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Later that evening was the great party I have been waiting for since. My birthday party. It was the Hours of twilight, none other than our sextet, my newspaper buddies and my parents were present. Christian pulled on his charismatic look as always. I  literally drooled over him. Everyone was sizzling and I was so thankful and felt so blessed that I got such friends who made all these freaking beautiful decorations and arranged the damn party. Balloons, flowers, coloured papers, birthday foils, and lots of love and hard work is what the decoration consisted of. The house was more or less packed as they decided to invite people yet being selective.

I blew out the candles and cut the cake as I did in all these years of my typical birthdays and the folks cheering in with the birthday song. Everyone gave me a present but I knew there was something special coming my way when I saw Christian coming towards me. He stood Infront of me with his towering height, burying his blues into my eyes. I could hear my heartbeats as it sounded like muffled drums. He slipped his left hand in the pocket and extended the right one.

As per customs, I gave in my left hand into his, cutting away all the nervousness and hesitations, knowing that it's my Jamie after all. He held my hand and took another step forward. Leaning in, his lips met my forehead. He let go of my hand. A small box peeped out finally. He opened the box and took out a plain platinum ring which showed off its glistening body in the bright light of the chandelier. 

"This," he held up the ring, "is a promise ring," saying this, he gently grabbed my right hand and slipped it in my ring finger. Taking a last glance, he stood up as his sapphires hit me again.

"I promise you to...," There was a pause, "Never tie you up in the captivity of words and worthless promises because you look the best with your liberty and freedom in this open sky," he looked at the floor and I can bet tears glistened in his eyes. Maybe more of joy than sorrow.

"Promises are meant to be broken, Blaire. So what I'd like to say is we can make a forever for ourselves even without some silly boundary of words because I'll never let go of your hand," he said holding it tight in his grip.

I just looked at him, a smile stretched on my lips. That's the way he was unique.

This is how he's different.

The human being inside him, his perspective of seeing the world and even his way of loving. We were so indulged in ourselves that the rest of the world and even the background was long forgotten. The trance suddenly broke as my dad wrapped his arms around both of us.