Blake couldn't say anything.
He knew her.
He freaking knew her.
He was too shocked.
What is going on?
"Hey, kitty boy."
"What--"
"I know what you're thinking."
Does she?
Does she really know what he was thinking right now?
He knows for sure his mind is a mess.
He couldn't put the puzzle together, heck he was still in shock by the fact that it was her all along.
Oh how he wish this was just his mind playing tricks on him.
Suddenly he was angry,
He was angry at her for this,
For keeping him in the dark,
For lying to him.
She knew he hate being lied to.
She knew he hate liars.
He trusted her,
And this is what he got?
"Do you really?"
"Blake--"
"Do you really know what the fuck I'm thinking?"
"..."
"I fucking trusted you!"
"Blake, I--"
"You lied to me, you fucking reject me and you lied. For months!"
"..."
"Is your name even Melissa? Cause all I see right now is nothing but a huge fat liar!"
"Blake, please."
"..."
"You promise to let me explain,"
"..."
"Please let me explain."
She tried.
She tried to hold back her tears.
She knew this would happen.
She knew she'd lose him.
She wasn't ready.
And never would be.
So when Blake finally looked at her,
She prayed.
She prayed that he wouldn't break his promise.
She prayed that he'd let her explain.
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