Blaze:
The key to forgiveness used to taunt me, swinging above my head and whispering the possibilities it could unravel if I stretched out for it. There were chains built by stubbornness that wrapped around my fragile body, not permitting me to alternate my lifestyle. Deep within my bones I knew that if I did not change my patterns I would never fully recover because you can’t walk right out into the daylight if all you know is the night. It was a fight, but in the end when I was able to break through the metal that held me hostage the outcome transformed into something beautiful.
The agony the ones I loved and cherished at points gave me did imprint my mind in a form that would never be disremembered but looked over. It took a dose of maturity to comprehend and respect that destruction happens in every life but the effect is different for everyone. Realization stung when it first entered my system but once it settled within it became comforting because for once I felt like the way I turned out wasn’t insane.
The taste of a bold, favorable, liquid still lingered on my tongue as the cup of coffee rested in the trashcan. I was indeed fully awake but I felt as if I needed a backbone in order to deal with the obstacles my emotions were going to take today. Time seemed to be slipping through the spaces of my fingers as my eyes kept wandering to the time shown on the news. There was a side of my brain that wanted this day to begin but the other side desired that as I sit in the room that would soon be filled with accustomed faces something went dreadfully wrong that would haul everything.
“Blaze.” My chin lifted to the sight of russet eyes glimmering with eagerness. “I’m going to the main floor now to escort them up. I felt as if you needed a warning because you look like you could faint at any given second.” An attempted laugh left the smooth lips of my friend Tristan as he exposed his polished teeth.
“Thanks.” I spared the largest grin my nerves would allow me to produce.
The shadow his lean figure displayed disappeared the moment he exited the room with a waved. I elevated myself from the couch, allowing the ventilated air to brush against the skin my dress didn’t cover. My dark chocolate curls neatly waved down my back, letting my face covered with makeup to be shown. I intensely inhaled and exhaled till I heard more than one pair of footsteps march towards the room I stood in.
My heart began producing a melody my body could not keep up with as Tristan’s sentence sounded a foot away and unfortunately it actually was. Confusion masked my mind when my eyes only endured three boys walking behind Tristan. I shook it off, my lips morphing the fakest smile I’ve seen in a while.
“Morning.” Michael addressed me, sunglasses protected his eyes that stared at his phone.
I shook the hand that went out for mine. “Good morning Mr. Clifford, it’s a honor to have you gentlemen here. “
The grasp he had stiffened, the illumination from his screen vanished as it slammed against the wooden floor. He tore the protection from his glossy pea green eyes as his plump redden lips opened.
“B-B-Blaze?” The hurt and disbelief that was molded within his speech wasn’t easy to take in. “This is really you?”
My eyes diverted to Calum, who stared at me as if I was an abstract painting. “Yes, it is.” I replied
Ashton pushed through both boys, not tolerating either to speak the words that rammed at their skulls. “Now let’s not make this weird, we’re here for strictly business.”
“Strictly business.” Calum repeated, signaling as if poison flicked off his tongue. “This is not something we can put on the back burner Ashton.”
The tension was noticeable as Tristan backed out off the room full of invisible flames and shut the door, sending me an apologetic gaze. The boys scowled at each other, a look I was too acquainted with from when we were kids.
“Please,” I beseeched, catching the attention I had no want for. “Don’t fight. I know this isn’t easy and I know you probably hate being near me but don’t even think about it. In a few hours this will just be a memory that will flow to the back of your brains.”
“No it won’t.” Michael stated with finality. “Blaze you can’t just expect after almost three years of no contact from you seeing you would be ignored. Especially now, I mean look at you.” He waved his hands. “You look so healthy so... alive.”
I blushed, my judgments blurry as Calum interjected. “It’s hard to lose thought of a girl who changed our lives.”
Ashton scoffed. “Alright I knew the drunk was going to be a prissy when it came to seeing her but not you dumbasses.”
Michael rolled his eyes and huffed. “Fuck you, you insensitive prick. Don’t you understand the pain we’ve all dealt with by losing a best friend to something no one could control? And the pain of lying to your other best friend even when you know he’s a monster!” His bellowed, having a wince leave from the pressure I placed upon my lips.
“Stop it Mike.” The nickname that my mouth used surprised me but I kept my composer.
Ashton was right; we weren’t here for a reunion. They were here for their job and so was I. The regret of taking this offer began to creep up to my mind but I pushed it away with all I could.
“Luke’s here.” Ashton groaned, his phone vibrating in his palm. “Fuck, remember what I told you Blaze.”
“What?” Calum and Michael asked together.
I shrugged, leaving the bewilderment in their hands as I sauntered out of the room to meet the boy who had indented my heart at one point.
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