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The air was quiet, the fireworks had finally ceased. What a fucking day, huh? Almost getting executed? Kinda shitty, right? As Stolas slept softly on the couch, Blitzø couldn't help but smile at him. But he also didn't understand it. How could someone sleep so soundly, so peacefully, after what Stolas had gone through that day? And why? Why did he give up everything for me? But Blitzø didn't have time to think about it, because his train of thought was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.
Who the fuck is here at this time of night? He thought to himself.
Blitzø rustled his way out of his bean bag chair and made his way to the door. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a familiar tall hot pink figure. One he knew all too well.
"Oh shit, hey Ver..."
"Hey..."
There stood Verosika. But she didn't look right. For as long as Blitzø had known Verosika, she always had a routine and plan to her appearance. She was a self proclaimed succubus, after all. But right now, Blitzø was staring at a woman who looked like she had just gotten out of bed. Very short shorts, messy hair, and a baggy T-shirt that Blitzø swore he had given to her. But moreso, she looked like a wreck, like something was terribly wrong.
"What uh...What are you doing here?"
"I just...needed to make sure you were okay. That's all."
Blitzø didn't know how to react. She was worried about him?
"I mean, I guess I'm as okay as someone who was almost executed can be." He chuckled lightly, if only to mask his real feelings. Blitzø stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him, he didn't want to wake Stolas.
"Are you...okay? No offense but you look...kinda fucking awful."
"I'm fine, like I said I just needed to make sure you were okay. And you are, so I'll leave you be." Verosika began to walk away, her steps were slow and wobbled. Oh shit has she been drinking again?
"Ver, wait!" Blitzø reached out for her hand, pleading for her to stay. "Talk to me, what's going on? I haven't heard a word from you since the party, and now you're here? After everything I went through today? Something isn't adding up here, you can talk to me okay? I told you I wanted to be better, please give me the chance to do that and let me at least help you."
Verosika paused. Seconds felt like minutes as she stayed completely silent, completely still. The silence in the hallway was deafening, until it was broken by quiet hitches in Verosikas breath. She turned around and held tightly onto Blitzø, not letting go. Yeah, she's definitely been drinking...
"I'm just glad you're okay...God damn it how did you get yourself into this? How the fuck did you end up inches away from an execution?! You fucking idiot you had me worried sick!"
Blitzø was taken aback. She's fucking worried about me? After everything I did to her?! What the fuck is happening today?!
"Look, I get it, I already heard it all from Fizz earlier."
"No, you don't fucking get it! God damn it Blitzø I just got you back, and I watched as I almost lost you all over again...I watched as I almost lost you for good this time." The two of them both leaned against the wall, sliding down to sit next to each other on the floor.
"What do you mean you just got me back?"
"You really are a dumbass, aren't you? Listen, after the party...I couldn't stop thinking about what you said. It felt like I finally had that closure I fucking desperately needed. And with it, I felt a sense of optimism that maybe you and I could just exist as friends without all the bullshit. And then what? I watch as you almost die on live fucking television?!"
Blitzø looked at Verosika. She was trembling, her eyes were bloodshot. He rested his hand onto hers, knowing the same gesture from Millie had brought him comfort once before.
"Listen Verosika, I'm sorry. I wish things had played out differently. And moreso, I wish we were having this conversation under better circumstances. But I promise you I'm gonna be okay. Today was…a lot. And I don't know what the fuck is gonna happen. But my main concern right now is taking care of that big idiot on my couch that saved my life today."
Verosika smiled. He really is changing after all... She grabbed onto Blitzø's hand, holding it firmly. "Sorry for blowing up, I know it's probably the last thing you needed today...I'm just so fucking glad you're okay."
"Again, trust me I'm fine. And...if you're okay with it, I'd like to give that friends idea of yours a try. It's worth a fuckin’ shot, ain't it?"
Verosika stood herself up, pulling Blitzø up with her. She hugged him tightly. "I'd like that too." She pulled away from him and smiled. "I probably should head home though, you've been through a lot today, you need to rest."
"You sure that's a good idea? It’s late, you should stay here for the night." He didn't wanna just outright say that he knows she had been drinking, but it was his biggest concern.
"Huh...Maybe you're not such a dumbass after all."
Blitzø opened the door and walked Verosika in. She looked around the place, noticing the horse decor. Jesus fuck, what is it with him and horses? She also noticed the many photographs on the wall, and more so noticed the fact that Blitzø was scratched out of every single photo. Her heart sank into her stomach.
"Here, go ahead and take the bean bag. I can sleep on the floor, it ain't an issue." Blitzø began making a small little makeshift bed on the floor next to the couch where Stolas still slept soundly.
"No."
"What, is the bean bag not good enough? I can find something better somewhere in this shithole apartment."
"No I mean...I don't want you to sleep on the floor. I know it's a weird ask but, can you sleep on the bean bag with me? I don't think I can sleep alone. Not tonight."
"Oh shit uh...Yeah that's fine." Blitzø slowly made his way to the bean bag with Verosika. It was a very small bean bag, so they had to make do. Verosika rested her head on top of Blitzø's chest.
"I'm sorry for everything." Verosika whispered as she started to doze off. Blitzø just smiled.
"I'm sorry, too."
Blitzø looked around. He had the love of his life sleeping soundly on his couch, and now had his ex-girlfriend and now friend sleeping on his chest. All he could think was;
I don't fucking deserve this...