𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄

Chapter 48: Fool

Blair

Once we got back to the apartment complex I made my way to my room, I slammed my door shut and quickly unwrapped the folded piece of paper and read it.

"We pinky promised."

It said, my heart dropped to my stomach,

"Blair Ambrose, I would burn the world for you and not let a single flame touch you."
If that's your way of saying it, Misha Larson, I would authorize you to set the world on fire for me." But make sure my friends are safe to pinky promise. "Of course, love."

We promised...

Misha

After seeing Blair, the look in her eyes, how she couldn't maintain eye contact, and her white knuckles.

I slam my fist against the wheel from the anger boiling inside me, out of all people I never wanted Blair to look at me like that, the sadness and disappointment in her eyes.

All because of Rune fucking Ambrose, I knew at this moment I had to stop myself and calm down before I did something I would regret...fuck it.

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I slammed Rune's office door and burst in. "You," I growled as he gave me a confused expression. I slammed the door shut silently and locked it so there weren't any interruptions.

"Misha" He stood up looking me dead in the eyes, I wanted to take his head out of his body for fucking the only happiness I had in life.

"You Ambrose don't know when to stop" I took a step closer as he took a step back, his expression of confusion caused my fist to slam directly into his temple.

He jumps back and glares up at me, blood dripping down his perfect blue tux and the forehead I just fucked up.

Before I could drag him up by the collar, he slammed his fist against my lip. I don't flinch, nor do I stumble.

I lick my bottom lip to the taste of copper filling my mouth, "I deserved that," He groaned, standing up straight, "One for one? We even?" "Even? Oh fuck yes," I yelled, frustrated at the thought of him thinking a punch was going to fix shit.

"Listen, man-"
"No, you listen to me. You fucked up the only happiness I had in my life, you may not believe nor do I care, but I loved Blair, and she loved me, the first fucking person to ever see me for me."

I ran my hands over my hair, trying to calm down before I broke in front of my least favorite person; if he weren't Blair's brother, I would have killed him by now.

"Then what's stopping you?" he breaks the silence
"What?" I frowned in confusion
"Look, I fucked up, and ever since you left Blair, she's acting...the way our mother died."

I gulped at the thought of Blair burning, "I've been around her to make sure she isn't burning, and she isn't, but I know I'm sorry. I won't change anything, but I am. I didn't mean for my anger to get control of me."

"Sorry? You sorry?" I scoffed, letting out a laugh, "Fuck you and your apology Rune."

"Misha, wait-" Before he could seize my arm, I pulled away and glared him in the eye, "Touch me again, and I'll give you more than a punch."

Blair

After depressingly crying in my room for at least four whole hours my door slams open, I let out a groan and turned around, "Hey" Rune smiled having dry blood on his temple.

I knew I looked like a complete mess, I held onto the piece of paper while I cried my eyes out, my eyes were swollen and burning from the tears.

My body was numb and on the verge of shattering apart. His silence made me worry, "Is he okay?" I panicked, sitting up from my bed.

He nodded and gave me another smile, and relief filled my empty stomach. "Wanna go out?" He tilted his head, leaning against the door.

"I don't feel like it."
"Oh, come on-"
"Rune, go away," I snap. He lets out a sigh and walks away, shutting the door with him.

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After midnight I left the apartment complex and made my way toward the bar, I didn't know why but...

I just wanted to hear that angelic voice once again

I stepped out of my car and placed my hands inside my pockets from the cold; as I made my inside, holding onto the doorknob entrance, I froze.

I blinked multiple times to make sure I wasn't seeing things. My heart dropped to my stomach as he let out a smile.

I felt tears about to roll down my face, no more crying Blair.

I'm strong.
I'm Independent.
I don't need him.
But you do.
I need him.

I watched as the girl beside him laid her hand over his while he let it happen, smiling and laughing at whatever they talked about.

Then suddenly, someone bumped into me, causing me to stumble against the stool, causing it to fall; everyone went silent and turned to look at me, including Misha and the beautiful girl beside him.

She looked nothing like me. She had dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and perfect tan skin. But then my eyes met his, and my world fell apart. "Blair—" Before he could finish his sentence, I had run out of the bar toward my car, struggling to yank my key out of my pocket.

"Blair, wait!" I overhear him shout and the slam of a door behind me; I ignore him and make my way down my car, ignoring him and shouting my name repeatedly.

I'm a fool.
I'm a fool.
I'm a fool.
I'm a fool.
Always the fucking fool.

"Blair, wait!" he yelled aggressively, catching up to me. He grasped my hand and spun me around to confront him.