Bro IDK, But I Feel Like If I Don't Come Up With Something, You'll Call It 'Bro Idk' (The Roleplay)

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Ellis came up the stairs, knocking on the open door.

"Blaise...?"

 

"Hey," he said uncertainly. "Are you okay?"

 

He frowned, looking a little hurt, but forcing it down.

"Do you... do you want to talk?"

 

He noticed and his face fell. He crossed over to her in about two strides and pulled her into a gentle hug.

 

He rubbed her back slowly, holding her closely.

"It'll be okay," he said quietly. "This will get better."

 

He frowned, resting his hands on her shoulders.

"Don't be sorry, Blaise. You're allowed to be sad."

 

He tilted her head, considering her thoughtfully.

"About what?"

 

He was quiet for a moment, watching her.

"It will," he agreed after a moment, sitting down on the edge of the roof. "There will be days where you feel like you're lost in the woods without a map. There will be days when you will want nothing more than to go into her room and talk to her about whatever problems you may have and you won't be able to. But the thing you need to remember, Blaise, is that you have everything from her. You have her ideas and her thoughts and her morals and you have kept them close. Death was always going to come, but you did well in memorizing her before she left."

 

He draped an arm over her, looking down at her.

“Yeah, Blaise. This will pass. I promise.”