Snowbaz Fanfic

Insomnia (Part Two)

I flip open the letter in a hopeless attempt to prove myself wrong, only to read-

Dear Simon,

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I should just keep it back where I found it. I have no business looking at this, none at all. The letter is probably about how much he hates me- or maybe it's a step by step plan of how to end me. I mean- it's Baz.

My eyes linger on the worn out piece of paper and before I know it I'm reading it.

Dear Simon,

           I could pretend that I hate you- but, I don't. I just hate the idea of you. The fact that someone so perfect can exist. I don't have much to write, but I do have a lot to say and some day, I hope you will listen to each and every single thing.

          I think I just want to say that 

I don't hate you, Snow. 

         To conclude, I love you and I really don't hate you that much.

Love,

Baz.

This was hard to digest. He doesn't- he can't- mean what he wrote. It's just a part of his plan. Yes, this is what he's been plotting all along- a love letter. 

Could I sound more ridiculous?

I hear footsteps outside the door and my fight or flight instinct takes over. I choose both.

I stuff as many papers as I could have back inside the covers (except the letter about me, of course) and prepare to greet him right as he enters.

"You're back!" I exhale a deep breath, trying not to show any of my shock.

He just looks at me with the same look of mild disgust before noticing the paper in my hand. His eyes go wide, nostrils flare and in a matter of seconds, his fingers are wrapped around my throat.

"Anathema-" I gasp out, trying to remind him of the consequences if he went through with this.

He lets go reluctantly, "Hand it over."

I stare back at him in wonderment, completely ignoring what he said.

"Which one was it, Snow?"

"M-mine..." I don't even know what I am scared of, he can't hurt me here.

I regret telling him as soon as the words roll off my tongue. He's mad. 

I need to fight- or take flight. 

The next few minutes are a blur and when I finally come back to reality- I'm sprinting.

Baz is speeding up behind me and we run around in futile courses along the courtyard. I'm getting tired. I need to confront him sooner or later- it might as well be right now. I stop dead in my tracks, nearly stumbling over and turn around.

"No Anathema to save you now, Snow." Baz sounds nearly tearful, like he's trying to control himself the best he can. 

He moves forward to take the letter from my grip and I let him. 

"Tell me you didn't fucking read it." Tiny sparks erupt from his fingertips, leading to the slightest fires. 

His hand is now ablaze, catching at the tips of his shirt cuffs and licking its way towards the letter.

I wait, letting the air around us turn from breathable to borderline suffocating, "You love me."

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Continued in the next part!!

I am really stretching this out, huh?

I have too much on my plate and too little time, bear with me, please! 😅✌🏼