For the wrong reasons.
Blake was acting like a teenage boy discovering love for the first time. But he wasn’t like this then. Back then, he was calm, controlled, rugby-king Blake. Now he was unravelling over a version of me he’d never allowed to exist.
If you can see I’m online, you’d know it’s the first time I’ve opened this since the last message I sent you. Needy’s a bad colour on you, babe.
His typing bubbles blinked in and out, frantic, desperate.
Another message.
I panicked.
I don’t want to lose you.
You can’t lose what was never yours.
Wrong.
I feel like I’ve known you forever.
It’s… something I’ve felt before.
I finish his sentence in my head.
Had before.
The dots flicker.
Yes.
My heart hiccups.
Another message.
What a fool he was.
You’re stunning, Pandora.
So pure.
So real.
I want to kiss every broken piece until you’re whole again.
A tear slides down my cheek quiet, unwilling, true.
Then Dane’s name flashes.
Can I call you?
Everything inside me shifts.
Rearranges.
Softens.
Blake fades.
Like he always does.
