Try playing the music video while reading, I did while writing tee hee <3

Blaise paces the length of the room, as Denim recounts the whole story. He conveniently switches out attacking, kidnapping and drugging me for convincing me to join him for a chat.

When I snort at his words, Blaise levels me with a glare so sharp I spend the rest of the explanation as silent as a feather in the wind.

I watch as she processes Denim's word, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around her.

She asks countless questions, many of which I didn't know the answer to. I can't help but look at her, she's so goddamn smart. I wonder if she feels the same pain as me. I wonder if she regrets meeting me. I wonder on and on.

After two hours of Denim and Blaise talking, they're finally silent. I glance at the clock, it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

Blaise stops pacing as she makes eye contact with me.

I look at her as a million emotions come to my face, pouring out of a place so deep inside me I didn't know it existed. I study her face, a mirror of mine. There's happiness from our time together, the excitement from our first date, delirium from our first kiss, peace from our hugs, and worst of all, there's love.

I realize something as we look into each other's eyes. Love isn't dramatic, it doesn't make you crazy. It makes you better, it heals. And only time can heal the damage love does. The damage love does. It isn't perfect, it isn't meant to be. It's human, it breathes, it falls, it feels. I see it all now, I was in love with Blaise. I am in love with her but now, it's time to kill that love. If it lasts, it'll only do more damage.

We freeze.

I get up, as she moves closer to me at an impossible speed, meeting me halfway. She grabs my face, roughly, and connects our lips.

It's indescribable. It's nothing like our first kiss, it isn't soft and rough. It's filled with passion and need, and goodbyes.

That's when my heart breaks, and it hits me.

I taste it on her lips, all the shattered dreams. We're never going to prom together, never going to go to college together, never going to graduate together, never going to get married, never going to get old together. We're never going to have fights, sleeping on the couch, the countless troubles, we're never going to face it all together. We'll be on opposite ends of the country, caught up in our own problems.

Salt from our tears starts to meet our entwined lips as we pull away.

I touch her face, softly. Taking in every inch of her so I never forget.

Denim clears his throat, making us step away from each other instinctively.

"Thank god y'all stopped, I thought you were going to start making babies," Denim jokes weakly. I see his eyes watering a little.

I know he means well, I forgive him for everything. He, like me, loves them. Nike and Blaise. Both of them.

I feel it though, our unspoken agreement, he'll take care of my love, if I take care of his.

Blaise chuckles weakly too. She wipes her tears away.

Why is so fucking strong? Why does she have to be?

I rub my eyes. "I should go then..." I say, hoping someone will stop me.

Blaise's head snaps up, so quick I panic for a second. "Stay," she says. "Just for a moment." Blaise gives me a soft smile, making my knees go weak.

I would miss that too. Her effect on me. One wave and I was running over to her. One smile and I'd do anything for her.

Denim nods to himself. "I'll go." He's halfway out the door when he stops, "Don't make babies. That's a bad idea."

Blaise and I make an identical face.

He smiles, before shutting the door behind him.

Blaise sits in silence for a couple of minutes.

I hold her hand, as she takes some more time to process all the information that was just poured onto her.

It's comforting, peaceful, as we take in the rhythm of each other's breathing. I don't think we're really thinking about anything at all. We're completely in the moment, living and growing without doing anything at all.

I don't hold her, or move closer. I know I'd miss her warmth and scent the moment I pull away.

I gaze at our entwined hands.

Blaise inhales deeply. "I want to go to the roof," she breathes softly.

I nod, pulling her hand gently as I get up. "Let's pretend. Let's pretend we can do this. Let's pretend we can be."

She closes her eyes and opens them again, this time with a wide smile. She laughs, a real laugh, a contagious one making me laugh with her.

We're forgetting now, cleansing ourselves of the pain. Pushing it off for as long as we can.

I hear a noise, from outside. I turn around. It's raining.

I grin, pulling her hand. "Come on. Race you to the roof!" I shout, letting her go as I race out of the room, her laugh close behind me.

Blaise follows me as we run, we run like our pasts are chasing us which, I guess are.

As we rush through the halls, Blaise overtakes me and I follow her up the ladder, that's covered by the awning. A shining grin covers Blaise's face as she runs out onto the shingles.

"It's slippery..." I warn, she miraculously balances herself on the tips of the building.

She laughs. "Coward." Blaise sticks out her tongue at me as she bends down to take off her shoes.

My eyes widen. "Um..."

She makes another face at me before pulling me towards her and then I feel it.

Love. This is what it feels like. Cold, fat drops of water falling on you, making you shiver, every fiber in your being screaming at you to leave but you'll stay. You'll stay until the rain goes away and forever falls apart.

We're completely drenched in moments as we splash water at each other and take it all in.

Blaise sticks her tongue out and stretches her arms out like wings and for a moment, I believe she could fly.

I take a mental picture. This is the Blaise I love, the carefree, wild soul that loves and cares and breathes.

No, I love all of her, I realize. I love the worried glances, the angry tears, the nostalgic trips down memory lane that happen a bit too often. I'll miss the tired Mondays, the dragging Tuesdays, the party Wednesdays, the almost-there Thursdays, the crazy Fridays, the wonderful Saturdays, and the peaceful Sundays.

Ugh, she's made me all soppy.

I look over at her, her face covered with a wide grin as she dances to a beat no one can hear in the rain.

And I don't mind one bit.

Soppy life, or no life.

I smile, stop thinking and join her in her craziness.

The rain's stopped now. Blaise sits on the edge of the roof, catching her breath, as I sit beside her, holding her hand again.

The smile that shone on her face is nowhere in sight as we sit in silence again.

"You know you're going to have to go back home, right?" she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know, Blaise, I know," I say, closing my eyes as I exhale.

She leans her head on my shoulder, humming a song softly.

I recognize it instantly. Till Forever Falls Apart.

Looking down at the village, I wrap my arms around her.

With a soft smile on both of our faces, we watch the sun melt away.

Dee:

The story's coming to a close...AHHHH.

Why is it continued? Welp, I accidentally wrote the whole chapter in Storm's pov and then a) I was too lazy to change it b) I really loved this chapter and didn't want to change it c) It wouldn't make sense in Blaise's pov, so PART TWO IG

Mostly cause I was being lazy though welp.

Anyway, there's one of my favorite chapters! Enjoy.

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