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"blaise, are you still mad at me?" y/n asks softly, a small pout tugging at her lips. earlier, they'd had an argument about his anger issues—lately, he's been acting so distant and way more irritable than usual. it's been getting under her skin, and she can't understand why he's been so snappy. now, he's not talking to her at all, and it's hurting her more than she expected. "blaise, i thought we were done with this argument?" she asks again, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and concern.
"no, you pissed me off," he mutters, still refusing to look at her.
"i've said i'm sorry a million times, blaise. it was a stupid argument, and i regret it. please, let's move on," she replies, her voice shaky but sincere.
"it wasn't stupid," he says, finally meeting her gaze, his eyes still filled with a storm of emotions.
"i apologized, can you please just stop?" she pleads, reaching out to him, but he yanks his hand away from hers, his anger still palpable. "what the hell, blaise? what did i do?" she asks, frustration and confusion mounting in her chest. "i know we had a fight, but i didn't think it would affect you like this. i apologized and i—" she starts, but is cut off when he violently knocks over her inkpot. the ink spills everywhere, staining her textbook and spilling onto the ground. the glass shatters into pieces, and y/n's heart skips a beat.
"blaise, what the hell?!" y/n gasps, staring at the mess in disbelief as he storms out of her room, slamming the door behind him. the doorframe shakes, and one of her picture frames nearly falls off the wall. still frozen, she places a hand to her head, trying to process what just happened. she's in shock—this isn't the blaise she knows. she doesn't know what's going on with him, but something's clearly off.
she can't bring herself to cry, not yet, not now. she's just standing there, overwhelmed by what's unfolding.
after a long moment, she sighs, her shoulders sagging as she looks at the mess he left behind. she starts cleaning up the glass shards and the ink on her desk, wiping away the deep stain on the wooden floor. but it's no use—the stain won't come out, and it feels like it's just another reminder of how things have changed. still, she pushes on, wiping up what she can before she makes her way to bed. exhaustion takes over her, and her mind feels like it's ready to shut down from the stress. she just wants to forget it all, even if just for a moment.
lying in bed, y/n stares out the window, gazing at the moonlight that filters through the glass, casting a soft glow across her room. she sighs deeply, her eyes fluttering shut as she's on the verge of sleep, when suddenly, the door creaks open. it's him. she's not scared; she knows who it is without looking—blaise.
the bed shifts as he sits down beside her, and she feels his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. she feels his breath, warm against the back of her neck.
"y/n, are you awake?" he asks, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.
"yeah," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, still processing the whirlwind of emotions from earlier.
"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, love," he says, his voice full of regret. "i broke your inkpot, and i promise i'll buy you a new one. i shouldn't have acted like that. you mean everything to me." his words are sincere, but y/n can feel the weight of his guilt pressing on him.
she turns slightly to face him, her hand gently cupping his cheek, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "it's okay. we'll talk more about it tomorrow. i'm just really tired," she murmurs, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. he nods silently and pulls her closer, resting his forehead against hers.
"i love you," he whispers, his voice barely audible.
"i love you too," she whispers back, her heart softening as she feels the tension melt away. they fall asleep together, wrapped in each other's arms, the quiet of the night surrounding them.
