Blind

.Bonus. (Cause I can)

I was feeling generous. So here.

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Emerson Langley was the type of person who delt with issues quietly and without too much fuss, waiting until they were usually gone on their own.

Emerson Langley was definitely not the type of person who would run across the street in the middle of a downpour, dripping wet and breathless, in the sole hope of finding one girl.

But as irony goes, he was doing exactly that.

Although running wouldn't exactly be the right word for it. Because Emerson wasn't running, he was leaping and he was jumping and he was kicking the air. He was doing everything in his power to go faster, to reach her, to see her face.

It had barely been an hour since he last saw her but It felt like ages. it felt like years. And he wanted to see her again. He wanted to see those bright blue eyes and her messy hair, he wanted to hear her laugh and her voice when she talked about something she loved. And he wanted to touch her, to feel everything on her with his own hands and his own breath. To know her like he knew himself.

Suddenly all those years came crushing down on him. All the time he had; to tell her, to let her know that it was her, it had always been her and only her. But he hadn't said anything, waiting for the right moment, or the right words, which never came. So he watched, as she dated guy after guy, he watched as she smiled and cared for someone who wasn't him and he did nothing.

He was feeling it now, the pain of all those years. All the longing, all the hurt. It was everywhere, from the way his breaths came, short and rugged, to the piercing feeling in his lungs every time he took a step. And the only thing that run through his mind was her. All he could think of was her name and all he could hear was her laughter.

He cursed himself again and again. He hadn't meant to wait this long, he really hadn't, but the years passed by, one after the other and each year he swore to tell her, to let her know that form the moment their eyes met he was completely and entirely hers, but he never did and neither did she.

The rain was getting heavier, each drop like a cold needle piercing his skin. He stopped and looked around. He had been running for at least ten minutes now and there was no sign of her anywhere. Her name rang inside his mind again and again. And every letter send shivers down his spine.

Stella.

He swallowed hard clenching his jaw, his eyes snapping towards every direction. He couldn't see her.

Stella.

His breaths came short and his chest was rising and falling in an unnatural way. A tight knot was forming inside him, starting low in his belly and slowly making his way up.

Stella.

He felt his throat close up, a horrifying uncertainty filling him. He closed his hands into fists turning around once more and stopping dead on his tracks when he saw her.

She was standing a few feet away from him, her hand stretched out, trying to find a taxi. She was drenched. Emerson stayed there for a moment, staring at her. He couldn't breathe.

And then Stella turned her head and their eyes met.

She sat there, stunned, for a few seconds before turning slowly towards him, frowning in confusion. Neither of them spoke. Emerson was afraid to talk, he was scared she would disappear, that he was dreaming and if he woke up she would be gone and he would never tell her. But Stella just stood there ,very still and very puzzled , so he took a deep breath and started walking untill he was standing an arms length away from her.