He stood there, frozen, his eyes locked with mine and slowly filling. A small bouquet of flowers clutched in his right hand.
The second the tears started to run, so did he.
The bouquet dropped to the floor as he sprinted towards me, his tears streaming.
The second I felt his touch, everything stopped. The pain was gone, it was all gone.
"Blaire." He whispered against my neck.
The way my name effortlessly rolled off his tongue was oh so familiar, it made me feel so safe.
He clung onto me like I was all he needed to survive, like I was the air in his lungs.
His heart raced and his breathing was unsteady, the tears still falling down his face like a river.
After my name was said, silence fell upon us.
We sat there in each others arms for hours, just holding each other so tightly.
There he was.
Ethan Dolan.
