How does a heart love, if no one has noticed its presence
And where does it go?
Trembling hands play my heart like a trombone
The beats gone and lost in the show
Blaise heaved a sigh as he lie there in bed, not bothering to get up and turn the alarm off. It had been beeping for the past fifteen minutes, and honestly it was beginning to get annoying. The only problem was that the blond hadn't the strength to get up and turn the alarm off. He had lost all strength to do anything when Brodie left many weeks ago.
You have set your heart
On haunting me forever
From the start
It's never silent
His heart ached, it ached for that one person who took the time to steal it and leave him behind. The blond was left with pain, regret, and a hatred for the one who hurt him. Though, he couldn't get that Arceus Damn man off his mind. All his attempts to shove these feelings of love aside failed, they were failing miserably. Even now he couldn't deny it; He still loved the man.
Ever since we met
I only shoot up with your perfume
It's the only thing
That makes me feel as good as you do
He had tried so hard to forget and move on. But, here he was, laying in the bed that they had shared on several occasions, leave the times he kicked Brodie out of the room to sleep alone. All because he liked the way it smelled; like Brodie of course. He hated it, because of the memories, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the bed. It was as if he was stuck there like super glue.
Ever since we met
I've got just one regret to live through
And I regret never letting you go!
Laying there, in that bed, was a good thing, because it gave him time to think about this whole thing. 'Perhaps Brodie leaving me was a good thing….' Blaise thought to himself as he rolled over to lay on his side, 'I was becoming too attached anyways…. Love makes people weak. I'm weak. Brodie's an asshole. He always was, but still…. That dumbass is making me realize that love is for the weak, and you know what? I'm anything but weak…! I'll never let myself become this weak again… Brodie, I hate you.'
A slight frown graced his lips as he finalized his feelings for the other. He would never let himself love again; all because of Brodie. He could focus more on his work and Team Magma's goals with that in mind if he did that…. But for now, he would just sleep, let the rest of this pain go away on it's own, and hope that his feelings of love for the other would dissipate as well.