Blaze Davis is the girl in the shadows. The one no one notices but if given a chance, could light up your world with a personality as unique as the scars adorning her body like damaged armour. She has secrets no one knows and hidden beneath that mas...
"Even if we come crashing down in flames, I would have known that for a fleeting moment we were soaring high amongst the clouds"
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❃ B l a z e ❃
A rush of happiness washed over me as Raf's word finally sunk into my brain and I couldn't help the flutter of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.
However, my joy was short lived once I sat in the car, feeling a cold gush of air tease my skin and the deafening silence weigh upon me. "Jonah?" I gently touched his shoulder but he flinched away, running his fingers across his eyes.
"I'm sorry" he sighed after inhaling a long breath. "It's just been a long day".
"What's wrong?" he shook his head, causing his jet black hair to brush against his eyelashes. His exhaustion was radiating off every movement of his, as he didn't even bother moving his hair away. I didn't mention that we were still in the deserted parking lot.
"Everything" he murmured softly.
I fidgeted with my fingers, mulling over my next words. I know how it felt like, and patronizing him wasn't going to get us anywhere.
"One step at a time, Jo" a ghost of a smile crossed his lips, and his eyes crinkled as he turned to me. "It honestly feels like everyday is getting worse. It's all just so exhausting" he confessed in a hushed whisper.
"Talking helps, right?" I repeated Raf's word subconsciously. He nodded imperceptibly and laid his head back against the seat, shuttering his eyelids.
"Everything feels draining these days. Who would've thought breathing would feel so hard?" he shook his head lightly, taking another deep breath.
"I don't really know who else to talk to. I'm sorry for the sudden intrusion" his slate eyes drooped heavily, causing my forehead to crease in worry.
"Don't apologise, you're my friend. You can vent to me" my own voice reverberated against the empty car. It felt hollow and suffocating, and even if there were two people here, the loneliness seemed pervasive.
"Do I really deserve that?" the self loathe in his words made me wince, and my eyes softened as I regarded him. He was my friend, and I couldn't hold his leaving over him, because that was a choice for himself. That slow realization grounded itself into my brain.
"Yes, you do" I turned around in my seat to face him. "We're supposed to be here for each other, right?" his face paled further, if that was even possible and I immediately regretted my words. "That's why I'm listening" I added hesitantly.
