Blair’s POV
“Thank you,” I said.
“I dreamed of you.” He said, and I was taken a back by his response. He closed the lid of the small box.
“What happened in that dream?” I asked, and he looked at me.
“In that dream, you love me again.” He said.
My heart leaped, and my breath hitches as soon as our eyes meet. The way he was looking at me with those eyes, they were full of pain. I hate seeing that in him. I would do anything to make those eyes filled with happiness. I felt an urge to do something, to comfort him, but also myself, because everything he feels I feel it too. We stared at each other in an odd way, as if it were a silent argument. Waiting for each other to do something. I snaked my arms around his neck and in a moment I pressed my lips against his, I felt
