Alana's POV
All through the day, people had come to tell me that Blaze was waiting for me, to talk. I refused to go, but people kept insisting that I needed to go see him. He wouldn't go otherwise. Even my brother, who should be on my side, said that it was in my best interest to go and see him. He thought that it would be good for me. And that was the problem, I knew it would feel good, and that I missed him, that I felt like a part of me that was missing was just within reach, and that scared me.
It wasn't until the next day that I finally broke and went to see him. He was still there, waiting, just in the place they had told me he was. It was hard to walk, I wanted to run to him and throw my arms around him, hugging him and losing myself in him, forgetting everything that stood
