- B L A I R E -
11.21.16 // 8:47 p.m.
THE POLICE STAND there and watch as Sutter and I stare at each other. He is leaning on one leg, the blood from the bullet wound seeping through his denim pants. He hobbles over to me until he is standing right in front of me, his eyes sparkling. His hair has grown and now flops over his forehead and into his eyes, but to me, he looks like an angel glowing in gold.
Oh, my sweet, lost boy.
I pull Sutter in by his slender waist and cry into his chest. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close, burying his head in my hair. He pulls back all too soon and grabs my face with both hands, his fingers cold against my burning skin. I shiver and Sutter leans in to kiss me on the forehead.
"He's gone, Blaire. I'm back, I'm here. I love you,
