𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓 the embodiment of sunshine, always with a bright smile and an easy laugh. She was the one everyone turned to, the friend who never faltered, always radiating positivity. But behind that cheerful exterior, how much darkne...
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It was finally the weekend, and the moment I stepped through the door, I let out a long, tired sigh of relief. Kicking off my shoes, I dropped my bag in the hallway and headed straight for my bedroom. I had been dreaming about this moment all day. No stress, no expectations—just me and my bed. And, of course, Blair.
As soon as I opened the door, Blair, my adorable toy poodle, came bounding toward me, her light brown curly fur freshly trimmed, looking as perfect as ever. I let out a laugh as she excitedly jumped up, wagging her tail like crazy. "Hey Blair, missed me? Hm?" I cooed, scooping her up and burying my face in her soft fur. She gave a few excited barks in response, licking my cheek.
I collapsed onto the bed with Blair still in my arms, snuggling her close. She nestled against me, her little body warm and comforting, like a tiny living pillow. I scratched her back gently, watching her close her eyes in contentment. "You're so spoiled, you know that?" I whispered with a grin.
The room was peaceful, the kind of quiet that feels like a well-earned reward after a long week. I let myself relax, my fingers trailing through Blair's fur as I hummed a soft tune. Before I knew it, my humming turned into actual singing, the melody filling the space around us. Blair's ears perked up, and she tilted her head, her eyes looking at me with that curious, loving gaze she always had.
"You like that, huh?" I giggled, scratching behind her ears as I continued to sing a little louder, feeling the stress melt away with every note.
Blair gave a little yawn, curling up tighter in my arms. I smiled, leaning my head back against the pillows, my voice softening again as I let the song trail off. Moments like these, where it was just me and Blair, always made everything feel right in the world. No drama, no noise—just pure, simple happiness.
The warmth of the bed, the softness of Blair's fur, and the melody of my voice mixing with her little snores—it was the perfect start to the weekend.
My singing was quickly cut off when the door slammed open, and I looked up to see my older brother, Nate, standing in the doorway with that familiar smirk on his face. "So not only are you back for the weekend, but you're already bleeding my ears with your singing?" he teased, leaning against the doorframe.
I barely registered his words before I jumped out of bed, rushing straight into his arms. "You're home?!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around him tightly. Nate laughed, lifting me off the ground for a second before setting me back down.
"Yeah, I'm home. For the holiday," he grinned, ruffling my hair like he always did.
Nate was twelve years older than me, but he had this way of making me feel like we were still kids, as if no time had passed since he left for college and started his life. We had the same blonde hair, though his was darker and messier, giving him that rugged, older-brother look. But while my eyes were bright blue, his were a deep, dark brown—almost like they held a million stories I still hadn't heard.
