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Alison's POV.

I keep my eyes trained on the floor as I walk to the staff room.

I can feel his eyes on me.

Watching me. Studying me.

I shudder as I shove open the door to the staff room, ignoring the girls crowded around the opening as they pointed rather obviously at their boss, hands covering their loud giggles.

"Ali! Here!"

A hand waves among the crowd of people lingering in the early hours of their shift, awaiting the customers to start filling in.

Elizabeth greets me with a wide grin, beckoning me to come closer.

"So."she smirks, raising her eyebrow, "Did he pull anything interesting yet?"

I roll my eyes, a faint smile ghosting over my lips. In all honesty, I found her continuous push for Blake and I to make up, slightly adorable.

She seemed genuinely ecstatic that I had supposedly found my matching partner who had wronged me in the past.

The issue was that her little knowledge about what had really gone down in our failed marriage.

And so she found it absolutely ridiculous that I still had not forgiven him.

"No but seriously."she says, bumping her hip against mine as we walk side by side, "He's dead ass eye fucking you from over there."

My cheeks flush at her words, a hand flying down to deliver a sharp slap to her forearm.

She yelps, jumping back, startled. Her eyes are full of amusement as I glower at her, face tinted with a brilliant red hue.

Elizabeth whines as she rubs her skin which has already turned a light red, "Why'd you have to do that?"

I look away, immediately regretting my decision as I meet with Blake's dark, captivating eyes.

His lips curve up slight, as he throws me a flirtatious wink, a glimpse of white flashing from his impossibly clean teeth.

I glare at him, huffing as he seems completely indifferent by the action, his blazer draped lazily over his shoulder.

I whip around, mood heavily dampened as I meet Elizabeth's amused gaze.

"What was that?"she teases, digging her elbow lightly into my side, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

My face which still resembles a tomato somehow flushes harder, "Shut up."

She giggles, her smile widening as she eyes my cheeks with increasing delight.

Then suddenly, as if someone had declared that Christmas tomorrow, her eyes brighten, widening slightly as she watches something behind me.

"Elizabeth?"I question as she continues to stare over her shoulder, seeming increasingly delighted.

Her eyes snap towards mine, sparking with excitement, and she leans over, whispering quickly into my ear, "Good luck."

I can feel her quivering in glee as she leans back, a wide smirk on her lips as she throws me one last wink before disappearing into the mob of workers streaming into the staff room.

"What the hell."I mumble, completely bewildered with her behaviour.

I turn on my heel, head bowed and eyebrows pinched together in confusion. It's in my muddle of thoughts does my body collide with another, a dull throb pulsing at my forehead.

I can feel the wind around me, dragging me down and I squeezing my eyes as I brace myself for impact.

"Hey there."

My eyes flutter open, wide with shock. A strong arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me just centimetres from the tiles.

[A/N: It's gonna get hella emotional, my playlist just hit Spring Day >.<]

Blake.

His scent.
His warmth.
His features.

Everything about him.

And only him.

It was all swimming to the surface.

Our laughs. Our screams.
Our smiles. Our tears.

Our love. Our hate.

And I can see him. Him pushing my hair out of my eyes as he leaves sweet kisses against my neck as we snuggle under the sheets, the sun still yawning in the background.

I can see him screaming. Yelling. And he's pointing at me. Accusing me.

And I'm crying.

On the ground. Weeping. Weeping as I watch him retreat into the haze of black as the tears continue to fall.

Fingers.

Fingers are brushing against my cheek. Softly. It is almost as I am merely imaging them.

And he's there.

Holding me. Holding me as I cry softly, the memories just becoming all too much.

Warm, brown eyes are staring into mine, searching for any sign of resistance.

"Alison."

My name has never sounded so beautiful out of another's lips.

And yet, never had it been uttered so brokenly.

His fingers trace my jaw. They trail over my cheekbones, eyes still locked with mine as his lips curve upwards.

And there nothing can interrupt us. Nothing.

Because at that moment I am his. And he is mine.

He is crying too.

Droplets of pain hit my skin as he closes his eyes, lashes wet with tears.

Screams.

They echo in the black.

Bitch. Whore.

It's over. We were over.

What we had wasn't real. What he did to me was terrible.

Something that couldn't be forgotten so easily.

Just like that they moment is over.

The warmth is gone.
The smile is gone.

But the love is still there. The spark still live.

And he understands.

He sighs, closing his eyes lightly. But when he opens them there is nothing but sadness in the depths of them.

Nothing but heartbreak.

He presses his forehead against mine, eyes fluttering closed one last time as reminisces the moment that for him. he will treasure.

And I only lay still in his arm as he cries, hands wrapped around my waist as if he couldn't live without me.

Forehead against forehead.

"I love you."

And I only smile, pressing a hand to his chest softly, raising my eyebrows slightly.

I don't have to say anything.

He understands.

We had both fallen deep. Hit rock bottom but hadn't bounced back.

Our love was dangerous.

And maybe it was my fault. My fault for being too scared to test out the unfamiliar waters. The waters that hissed at my touch yet simmered back in delight.

Love and hate.

And he lets me go. Slowly. Slowly he unwraps his hands from my waist.

We're staring at each other now.

Brown against brown.

Every breath. Every raise of our chests.

We noticed that.

But nothing else.

We didn't notice the sudden disappearance of people around us. We didn't notice the heaviness in our hearts.

We only noticed the other.

"Four years too late."I whisper.

And he smiles, tugging my hand into his, intertwining our fingers.

"I know."

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Confusing af chapter?

Ik. Blame it on Tae's deep af voice when I was reading that okay.

Just to get it clear tho, Alison's confused whether or not she should forgive him and she's getting flashbacks of the past with him. Both the good and the bad.

Lemme ask again, u ppl still hate Blake?