✨𝘖𝘕𝘊 2021 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳 + 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬 ✨
Heroes are idiots. That's the way it was and always will be. They mistake stupidity for courage and weakness for kindness but, I wouldn't make that mistake. No, I wa...
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I shake my head. I had had a feeling since this morning, something was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it but it was one of the things you just knew. I winced. I was never wrong with these feelings. Never, and I hated it.
I could call Denim...but something in my head said that I needed to go to Storm about this. I hadn't received his call that he was home. He had told me he would call.
I change out of my thin pajamas and into a pair of thick joggers and a hoodie. It's too cold to be out of bed. As I step out of my dorm in a pair of slippers and my phone in hand, I shiver. Early morning chills?
Walking through the halls, I notice how they're mostly empty. Probably because the student population collectively sleeps until 10:00 on Saturdays. A girl scurries from a hallway on my right rushing into another one, her footsteps echo against the cold walls. Of course, there are exceptions.
I dwell on her to distract myself from the feeling in my stomach. What's going on in her life? Was she in her boyfriend or girlfriend's room, scurrying out before the staff checks in? Maybe she's from the kitchen, craving an early morning chocolate. Or from a late night studying session in the library? I let myself pretend everything was normal. Maybe it was.
Finally reaching Storm's room at the top of the tower, I paused for a moment catching my breath, that was one long climb. I found myself thinking about how Storm did it everyday. I paused my train of thought, knowing I couldn't prolong this anymore. I convince myself I'm just being dramatic.
Knocking on the door, I shift to lean against the hallway wall. After a few seconds, a groggy Storm opens the door.
"It's too fucking ear-" he pauses when he sees me and for a moment his eyes widen. I sense panic in his expression and body movement and step back.
"Blaise," he says.
"That's my name," I quip.
He doesn't crack a smile. He doesn't greet me or invite me in. He doesn't pull me into a warm hug.
He just stands there looking at me, and I see the wheel's in his head turning. "Listen, I need to go back to sleep, we were up late last night and I have a Corporis specialty exam on Monday," he says, his tone definite.
I decide to ignore it. Maybe this is just an early morning Storm, definitely not a morning person. I crack a smile. "Since when do you care about tests?" I say, teasing.
His expression remains blank. "I need to focus on graduating, Blaise. I can't fool around anymore."
My heart cracks a little. He was fooling around with me? I know what fooling around means. It means harmless flirting, maybe a quick "hey" in the hallways, not going on dates and bringing me flowers and watching movies in my room.
I take another step back. His eyes, mouth, face, everything is blank. Like I'm a stranger. It hurts. Another crack on my heart.
