"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with."
Blaine walked down the corridor looking at the grey walls. He had no idea how grey color was supposed to appear welcoming and warm. He felt even more sad and deflated. Maybe a light shade of green or yellow would be a little more helpful to the people seeking help in this place but Blaine didn't have enough knowledge about matching colors with rooms so he didn't have any right to speak his mind.
He entered a small waiting room wincing slightly as he noticed the same combination of colors. Blaine sat down on one of the surprisingly comfortable plastic chairs and folded his arms looking down at the pile of magazines resting on the wooden coffee table. There was also a small basket of candies and as much as Blaine loved consuming sweet treats he just wasn't in the mood for stuffing his mouth with chocolate.
The door on his right suddenly opened and a young woman with a friendly smile on her face walked out of the room. Her bright blue eyes scanned the room and when her gaze landed on Blaine her smile widened even more. "Oh, you must be Blaine!" She said cheerfully obviously unaware of Blaine's horrible mood. The hazel-eyed man stood up from the chair and shook her hand.
"Yeah, it's me." Blaine said trying not to sound like he was starting reconsidering going there in the first place.
"I'm Dr. Morrison but you can just call me Jamie. We're the same age anyway." She said still smiling broadly.
"Sure." Blaine answered stepping awkwardly from foot to foot.
She gestured for Blaine to enter her office and he did as he was told. Blaine's mood got slightly better when he noticed that Jamie's office wasn't as grey and dull as the corridor and waiting area. The walls were light blue and the armchairs were green. "Please, sit down." Jamie said gesturing at one of the armchairs. "Do you want something to drink? I can make you a tea or coffee."
"No, I'm fine. Thanks though." Blaine said sitting down on the armchair.
Jamie quickly sat down opposite him crossing one leg over another. "How can I help you today, Blaine?" The therapist asked, the kind smile still in place.
"Ugh, it's kind of a long story." Blaine said rubbing his neck nervously. "I don't even know if being here is such a good idea. It's…it's kind of stupid."
"Is it bothering you?" Blaine nodded his head. "Then you're in the right place. Take your time."
Blaine took a deep breath. Jamie was there to listen to him and Blaine needed someone to just hear him out. He looked straight into Jamie's bright blue eyes trying not to think of another set of eyes in a much lighter shade of blue. "I want to talk about my best friend. I've known him since we were sixteen years old." He paused for a moment remembering all of their silly games and fights over nothing. "And how I fell in love with him and got my heart broken."
A/N: Hi! I don't really want to begin a new story, but this is just stronger than me! This is just a prologue and I don't have much more written, so I'm posting it mostly as a motivation for myself and to see if anybody is interested in reading something like that! So let me know what you think! This is strongly inspired by both movie and book Love Rosie.