Boy In Blue [ bxb cglre / agere ]

WORK - chp 13

Brace yourselves you guys; this is a triple POV chapter! I feel like I haven't really introduced Donovan all that much and I feel like playing around with his character.

I am so sorry for my absence. Life has been incredibly hard for me lately, but I promise to try and update every 2-3 weeks! ❤️

Omg also I met my partner a while back and EEEEE!!

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Q : what's your dream school / uni ?

A : i really want to get into Oxford or McGuill .

DONOVAN POV

He ran a heavy hand through his hair, sighing for the upteenth time as he paced around his office, the blinds drawn in front of the floor to ceiling windows, the only light being his laptop.

Had the curtains been open, the fading sunlight would have flooded the dark-themed office, illuminating the shiny alcohol bottles resting on one of his bookshelves. This was his only escape, and he couldn't be bothered to find anything else. It worked for his father so it should work for him too.

His head was tormented by a terrible migraine as he struggled to walk straight, the constant pounding in his head making him stagger and blink away the tears.

I'm a grown man, I shouldn't cry, he thought. That's how it had always been; men don't cry, men work. And that's exactly what he was doing. He had been in his office since 5 in the morning and it was now 9 PM. He always found things to do, his father's voice urging him on to continue working and working until he couldn't anymore.

He took this to heart. He worked until he couldn't and barely slept. He was running on coffee and 4 hours of sleep per day, sometimes even less. This really was not a life, but rather, a curse.

One he was stuck in everyday. Every. Single. Day. Without anyone to love.

He was all alone. And boy did he wish he could have someone to call his own. That was the one thing in life that brought him joy to think about. A person in his arms.

Realistically, and deep down, he knew it would be a boy, and not a girl. He was waiting for his father's disapproval and disappointment. He would say 'How could you do this?! You're going to tarnish the Ashford name! How could I have made such an incompetent and worthless son?'

He sighed once more and finally settled at his desk, though his leg now started to bounce anxiously as he continued to browse through his multiple tabs. He accidentally brought up his Instagram tab, looking at the picture with a frown.

The picture had a couple all cuddled up in blankets, a paci in the man's mouth as the woman hugged him close. They were all cozy and cuddled, their bodies hidden under a chunky blanket.

How he wished he could have this.

A little boy of his own, one who he would spoil to no ends. He had found himself someone once; they were perfect. But then, the perfect image cracked away.

His partner had spilled secrets to newspaper agencies and had used him for his money, then left him. He tried very hard to pick up the pieces of his heart and reputation.

A single tear slipped down his cheek as he recalled the memories. He had been so happy thinking he had found one he could call his own. His days were brighter, sunnier.