Eclipse [ ENGLISH VERSION ]

-3- JUST A KISS

- BLAIRE'S POV-

As I stand before the grave of the one I love, my heart misses a beat.

I feel helpless.

Georg approaches first, crouching in front.

Georg
- Hi, Tom.
He sighs
- You're such a piece of shit.

I take a seat beside him. I stare at the tombstone for ages. Rereading his first and last name several times.

Tom Kaulitz.
Tom Kaulitz
Tom Kaulitz.

I close my eyes, thinking for a moment. How could he do such a thing to me?

I'll never have answers. And this is the thing that destroys me even more than I was.

I place my hand on the cool marble. My heart palpitates in my chest.

Blaire
- Why did you do this to me, Tom...

I sigh, letting a tear roll down my cheek.

Blaire
- How could you...

Georg comes and puts his hand on my back, moving lightly up and down.

Georg
- You knew Tom. He was... probably the hungriest of us all.
He lets out a little laugh.

I look up at him slightly.

Blaire
- I wasn't good enough for him?

Georg's eyes widen.
- How can you say such a thing?

I shrug.

Blaire
- He went elsewhere for a reason.

Georg
- Blaire...

He brings his hand up to my face, catching my chin so that my gaze meets his.

Georg
- You were all he needed.

I swallow my tears, staring straight into his eyes.

Blaire
- Then why did he do this to me?

Georg sighs, looking down at the ground for a moment.

Georg
- Well, you know... A few drinks in the nose and we're no longer masters of our emotions.

I sigh, running my hand over my eyes.

Blaire
- So... who's to say he hasn't done it a few times.

Georg stares at my face again, my heart tearing a little more.

Georg
- Come here.

He wraps his arms around my body. I let out a sigh of relief as my hands grip his arms.

My head buries against his chest, dropping me back into the vulnerable state I'd been in minutes before.

The dark-haired man's fingers run through my hair, trying to find a way to comfort me.

I struggle to keep the tears in my eyes.

Georg
- You know you can cry with me.
he whispers.
- So don't hold back.

With his words, my fingers gradually sink into the fabric of his shirt. Tears streaming down my cheekbones.

He tightens his grip, showing that he won't let go.

After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, I straighten my head so that I'm at the same height as Georg.

Blaire
- Thank you, Georg.