𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

I Promise

(A sad one, because I felt like writing it. It's pretty short, but oh well.)

A/N: Because I'm too lazy to put in a backstory, let's just skip past civil war, and pretend infinity war never happens, and Steve gets legal custody over Blaire. No questions needed. :)

Manhattan, New York, 2017~

Even after all these years, I still can't fathom just how much things have changed from when I was a 'kid' and nowadays. I won't pretend like I know things because I'd only end up making a fool out of myself. 

We went from rotary phones to handheld devices. It's just unexplainable, just what humans can achieve in just so many years. Perhaps that's what makes them so interesting. And just what little changes can inflict. 

Sometimes, I wish I could go back. Even if it were for only one day. I wouldn't do many things... just spend time with my mum. Tell her things that I didn't the first time. Tell her that it wasn't her fault. Tell her that I loved her and that I was sorry. Tell her goodbye...

I just wish I would've known that'd be the last time I saw her.

I sat on the edge of my father's bed, looking at a photo of her. The photograph slightly faded after all the years passed by.  I'd spent so long reminiscing about her that I didn't even notice the stray tears falling down on the beds duvet. 

I felt the weight shift, and the bed dipped down beside me. I didn't need to look over to figure out who it was. I could tell his eyes, too, lingered on the photograph I was clutching between my fingers. Silent sobs racked through my shaking body. All those years...

My mother didn't just lose me that day... she lost a part of herself too.

I could feel my father's hand comfortingly tracing up and down my back. It eased me a little. His voice came next. "You alright, kiddo?" I sniffled a bit before responding. "I miss her..." I paused, taking the time to turn my head to look at him in the eyes. "And there's so many things I regret. They're all just eating me alive..." I trailed off. 

He looked at me before sighing. "I miss her too. But I know for a fact that she'd hate to see you like this. And you know she'd never be mad at you for what happened. It wasn't your fault, Blaire." 

I felt mad. Mad that I was being shown sympathy. I didn't deserve it. "Why, out of all people, you say that? I've committed such atrocities that I shouldn't even be alive to be able to sit here and have this conversation with you!" My eyes widened, and I was quick to apologize. "I'm sorry. I-" I didn't know what to say, to be quite honest. 

My body visibly untensed when I felt his arms wrap around me. I practically melted into it. I just stopped trying to put up the tough girl act and let my walls crumble beneath me. I sobbed into his shoulder. He just let me. He didn't say anything. He just let me cry in his arms. And I was thankful. 

"It's alright to feel this way. I know it must be difficult for you, and I completely understand. But just know, I will be here for you every step of the way. No matter how high the mountain, or deep the ocean. We will get through this."

"I promise."

A/N: Is it short? Yes. Do I like it? It's okay, I suppose. Is it a chapter? Also, yes. Love you all.

-KK