𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

chapter 11

ELEVEN:
an introduction to the best friend
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"Trust me, I've known Blaze since he was a teenager—he has never opened himself up this way with anybody before..."

ellie

Ellie looked around with curiosity, her hands holding her biceps as she walked into the large glass building. She gasped when she felt a warm hand press to the small of her back, stiffening slightly. But once she heard Blaze's voice speaking his foreign tongue into his phone, she relaxed, looking around the lobby.

"Good morning, Mr. Prophet," his secretary greeted, keeping her eyes casted down when he passed the front desk. She glanced up and met Ellie's stare; she nodded her head as a greeting when Ellie smiled at her. "And to you, Ms. Mason."

She was about to wave her farewells when Blaze ushered her into an elevator, moving his arm around her waist protectively once the door closed. His voice began to raise as he spoke, making Ellie frown and look up at him.

I wonder what he's talking about, she thought, looking away quickly when Blaze's head turned to look at her.

"You okay?" He mumbled to her, pulling his phone from his ear.

Ellie nodded, looking down to find that the floor below them was glass. Her eyes grew as she watched the elevator ascend with each passing second, grabbing Blaze's arm for support before her legs gave up on her. Blaze glanced at his arm, moving his gaze to Ellie as she kept her stare on the ceiling, daring herself not to look down again.

"You could have just said you were afraid of heights," Blaze told her, smirking to himself. He flicked a switch and the floor began to dim until it was completely black, making it impossible for Ellie to see the entire way down.

"Y-you were in the middle of a call," Ellie answered softly, causing Blaze to roll his eyes and mumble into the phone that he would call them back. Once he hung up, he turned to Ellie, finding her gaze set on the ground as she gently tapped the glass with her foot.

"The call was a waste of time," Blaze simply said with a shrug to his shoulders. "How are you feeling? You know, after last night."

Ellie's face burned with embarrassment and she looked away, not responding.

Last night, Ellie had another nightmare. It seemed to go on for a shorter time before she began to relax but it did not end like last time because, unlike the first time she got the nightmare, Blaze was right beside her when it occurred. Though she did flinch every time he tried holding her, Ellie eventually came back to the right state of mind.

Did she cry either way? Yes; however, there was no judgement because Blaze knew (for the most part) why she was having the nightmares and that the last thing Ellie needed was for someone to tell her things that she only wanted to hear.

"I-I'm feeling better than I was last night," she whispered. "I-I'm sorry for always being so emotional a-and I'm probably the last person you'd want to deal with because—"

"Because it was like that with your family?" Blaze finished, raising an eyebrow. When Ellie nodded her head slowly, Blaze sighed softly and closed the small gap between them, wrapping his arms around her. "Ellie, I don't care how many times you tell me that you think it's a bother, I wouldn't leave your side."