- B L A I R E -
11.21.16 // 8:43 p.m.
T HAS A GUN placed on my forehead, the cold metal feeling heavy and sticky on my skin. Tears are falling down his eyes as the police lights flash on his face, a riot of bright blue and red. He shakes as he takes off the safety on the gun.
"You don't have to do this," I whisper and he jumps at the sound of my voice. He tightens his grip on the gun and bites his lip. "Please."
"They are coming for me, Rose. I can't have them take you away from me. I love you, so much. This is the only way we can be together, forever," he says and I shiver.
Stall him, Blaire.
"I get that you love me," I say and T's eyes widen slightly. "You love me."
"You finally understand," he whispers in amazement and I nod. He drops the gun from my forehead and places his arm b
