Yandere Wizard

5

BLAIR'S P.O.V.

Axel mutter something to him self. "It was never you that hurt me from the beginning, but it was you that truly devastated me but not wanting to have anything to do with me." It makes me happy that that I'm able to talk with Axel again but it also pains me because I know that I already ask my dad if he would do a job transfer. My lip starts to tremble because the more I think about it the more hurts but I might be losing Axle out of my life. I've been burned my face into Axles chest and breathing has sent trying to embed it into my memory. "A-a-axel I-I-I'm s-s-so s-s-sorry" I'm able to stammer out. Even slightly pulls me back and looks down into my eyes and says was such a serious expression "you've done nothing wrong to apologize for Blair."

"I-I-I have, I asked my dad if you do job transfer and he agreed and the fact that he's so high up in his company all he has to do is ask and they'll give it to him."

He looks horrified he then posed me against his chest and rest his head on top of mine. I can feel my hair becoming wet from his tears and it makes me feel that much more wall about it. So I tighten my arms around him terrified that I'm going to lose him again just after I've gotten him back and if I do I'm the only one to blame for it. The Bell Rings signaling that we should get to class but I really don't want to go to class so I mumble into Axels chest "can we please go back to your house and spend the rest of the day together?" He puts his finger under my chin and pull my face generaly so I'm looking into his eyes and says "please repeat yourself?" So I do and he gives me a slight smile well nodding and says "as you wish my goddess."

AXEL'S P.O.V.

I take Blair back to my house. When we walk in I am reminded of my messiness. Ancient spells books cover the floor, open to random pages, scrolls strewn everywhere, and empty bottles of potion to cure sleepiness on multiple surfaces. Last night I was going to great lengths to find a solution to my problem with Blair and I hadn't cleaned up. The mess should be the last of my problems but I don't want Blair to see me as a messy person before she leaves. Although I'm going to do everything within my power to stop that. "I'm sorry about the mess." I tell Blair. "I was busy last night and I haven't gotten a chance to clean up." I walk over and clear off the couch for her to sit. "There you go." I gesture for her to sit. I sit down next to her and say, "you have my full attention." as I say that I try to think of things to do to keep her here. I'm not thinking long though because exhaustion hits me like a wall of bricks as I yawn. Blair seems to take notice of it but before she can say anything I say, "please. Don't worry about me. I'm fine." I yawn again.

BLAIR'S P.O.V.

Axel yawns yet again, you must be as tired as I am. I know that his place is trashed books and papers and little bottles all over. I'll make sure that I help him clean it up before I head home tonight, but right now I have other ideas. "Like to see your bedroom since last time I was here I never got a chance to." He gets a puzzled look but gets up and shows me the way. We walk in and I go sit on his bed and take my shoes off and look at him and ask him to come join me. He gets a very questionable but walks slowly towards me. "You look as tired as I feel so I was thinking that maybe we could... lie together and get some rest" I whisper the last part I'm not sure how he will react to it. He takes his shoes off  and lies in the bed which is pretty small might I add,and I crawl up next to him and lay my head on his chest and listen his heartbeat.

AXEL'S P.O.V.

Blair curls up next to me and I hold her close to me in my arms. Not but seconds later she is peacefully asleep and, I struggle not to, but soon I follow suit.

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A few hours later I wake up, I look down to see Blair is still fast asleep. I carefully and quietly climb out of bed so as not to wake her. I lean down and kiss her forehead before leaving the room. I go downstairs only to continue what I was doing last night. I flip through old books and go through old notes. After an hour of doing this, I am covered in sweat from my worry. I get so fed up with this that I throw the book in my hand at the wall, yelling in Latin. Afterward I worry that I have woken Blair. I turn around to go check on her, only to find her standing in the hallway staring at me.