The Lightning To My Icy Storm ( Spark X Blanche)

Thoughts

Blanche's POV:

After I had seen them together again, my heart slowly shattered. I could feel it breaking slowly, while leaving my chest wounded.

I couldn't think straight anymore; I was confused. I was so wounded by love, I didn't want to feel anymore.
Then to make everything "better", Candela had to tag along.

"You know, I'm done being Little miss tolerance, Blanche" "I need answers"

"Well, I am done too. But, you were miss tolerance? I thought you were indeed anger or hate-"

I was interrupted by the brief use of violence, making my face ache in pain by her hand. I stood there, looking at the floor, then at her again, thinking of how did she find the nerve to slap someone.

"You know, violence doesn't solve everything" I responded.

"Sometimes, it does"

She threw the fireball in her hand towards me. Her anger was so strong, I couldn't block the fireball against me.

I fell on the floor, looking up to her while trying to stand up. Snow started falling outside the gym, being a clue of my distress.

"Maybe you should set your priorities, Blanche"

"I have my priorities straight" I said, while crossing my arms after wiping the blood off my lip.

"Seems like you've forgotten your team for love"

"I did not"

"Then prove it"

Candela said, while walking towards me. Her bloody hands reached to my chin, pulling my sight to her.

"I am not going to prove you anything" I said, looking straight at her eyes.

She reached for her hand, placing it on my neck with the intention of choking me.

While I was trying to catch my breath by her evident hand on my neck, I collected my courage, and I just let go of my feelings.

"You know, you are smart"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, not quite Candela. Since, you say he is yours"

"..."

"But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?" I said, holding her hands while freezing them slowly.

She held her hand in the air, and just pushed my face to the floor, while groaning. I stood up, still smiling at my words, feeling a little bit of pride.

"The truth hurts, eh?"

"Seems like it does, Blanche. Since you can't bear with the fact he's just forgetting me for a while"

"You wish" I said, while grabbing her chin and smiling.

"Say that to my face, you petty-"

"You wish" I repeated, while letting go of her face, walking away..

Candela was already malcontented by the events, and the strength and pride that had begun the fight had faded slowly into the bloody air.

I stood at the door, looking at her.

"You should get a doctor"

"..."