Wednesday Evening

[bythebrook]

Ophelia is pale and drawn, but perhaps a bit less so than the day before. She has spent the day knocking uselessly about the flat, afraid to leave but lonely and bored all the same.

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[is_a_boy]

The door with flowers. Right. Blaise has been pacing outside of it for a while now. Taking a deep breath, he finally knocks on it.

[bythebrook]

There is a pause, and then the door opens a crack as Ophelia peeks out.

Her hand slides off of the handle and the door swings open.

She stares.

[is_a_boy]

Blaise bites down on his bottom lip.

"Um. Hi."

[bythebrook]

"Blaise," she whispers, and slumps against the doorjamb.

"I can't... I, I can't. Not now."