𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲 | 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝘀 [ON HOLD]

x. inevitable

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— DAY SEVEN —
season one, episode five, part two

❝𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞...❞

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Retracing her steps, Blaire marked the path to the waterfall, painting a red 'X' onto the one of the many trees bedecking the forest towards the clearing. Her pupils had dilated since she swallowed the pills, the hollow look in her eyes accompanied by the small, almost invisible, spasms her muscles gave out. She walked a bit deeper into the forest before distant shouts alerted her, even through the disorientation of her drug-infused high.

"Blaire! BLAIRE!"

"FATIN! Where are you?"

"Blaire! Fatin! BLAIRE! FATIN!"

And before she had even processed the faces that matched the voices, Blaire stumbled upon Leah, who lead the others, and raised her hands in welcome.

"Hey-oh!" Blaire exclaimed in slurred speech, wrinkling her nose towards the group of girls; Leah, Toni, Shelby, Dot, Martha, and Rachel all looked up towards the voice responding gleefully to their calls.

"Blaire!" Shelby scrambled down the incline to where the New Yorker was and advanced towards her with speed, only to clasp Blaire in her arms under the watchful eyes of the others, trying to decipher if the dancer was real after hours of hopeless searching.

"Texas, hey! What's up?" Blaire giggled softly, looking as if she had no general perception of the fact that her and Fatin had been missing for almost twenty-four hours. She pulled out of Shelby's embrace, a look of confusion etching across her features at the sight of the vast amount of mud caked on their clothes. "What the hell happened to you?"

Dot and the others joined the two of them on levelled ground, "What's up is that we thought you were dead —"

"Blaire..." a voice cut across the mass hysteria, and Blaire turned immediately, her face paling at the sound of her name.

The way Toni breathed her name, in a tone akin to relief, seemed to triumph over everything else, and Blaire's heart hammered in her chest as the two of them locked eyes for the first time since their fight on the beach. Blaire opened her mouth, and nothing came out. There was apprehension in her eyes, and she found herself impulsively stepping back as Toni tried to move closer to examine the cut on her forehead, an endearingly awkward grin on her face.