Blake hadn't realised it at the time. She hadn't seen the patterns that she should've. She hadn't seen in herself what she had seen him. Not until it was too late.
"Blake, I'm not letting you go out there again!" he shouted, shoving away the duvet and struggling to his feet. Blake rolled her eyes.
"I have to, Sun! The White Fang are here. They're spying on my family and after… after what happened, I just can't let Adam get any closer to them!"
Sun's eyes narrowed. "Adam? Who the–" He shook his head, ridding it of what he realised was a dumb question. It was obvious who Adam was. Adam was the one she was running from. He was responsible for Yang. He was responsible for Ilia. He was responsible for… His heart thudded in his chest, though not because of the girl in front of him. Footsteps snapped him out of his little stasis, the sound of Blake heading toward the window – the quickest escape.
"BLAKE!"
He lunged forward, ignoring the bolt of pain that tore through his chest. His hand locked around Blake's wrist, squeezing tight as she tried to leave, jerking her to a halt.
"BLAKE! PLEASE DON'T-"
"GET OFF OF ME!"
He heard her shriek before he felt the back of her hand slam against his cheek, knocking him down to all fours where he looked up, tears finally in his eyes as his soft, broken blue eyes met the burning horror of Blake's amber orbs.
"SUN!" she shouted, immediately moving to help him up before hesitating. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as her fists clenched up and her arms recoiled toward her chest. She was terrified. Not of Sun. Not of Adam. Not of hurting Yang. She was terrified of herself. She was terrified for Sun. She was terrified of the person she was becoming. The way she stood. The way he cowered. It was too close to Beacon, to Adam… to her. "Sun, I'm…" she choked up, the words she wanted so badly to speak dying in her throat, imprisoned there out of fear she no longer deserved to say them.
Quickly wiping away the tears, Sun reached for the bed, hauling himself back onto the mattress. "Just go…" he said, before a more familiar pang in his chest told him to say something else. "I'm not… This isn't the end for us. I just…" he chose his words carefully. "Need to be alone right now." He didn't look her in the eye until after. "Go. I'll be here."
Blake swallowed down the lump in her throat, though the dread and guilty and horror and hatred coursing through every vein, twisting up every muscle, and puncturing every organ did not go with it. She merely nodded, and headed for the door.