Blair 

Mi amor, mi dulce e ingenuo amante... Siempre me encuentras, ¿verdad? Siempre ahí, incluso cuando te alejo, incluso cuando te decepciono una y otra vez. Eres el ancla en mi tormenta, la luz frágil en mi oscuridad interminable, aunque a veces intente apagarla yo mismo. Te necesito, más de lo que crees, más de lo que probablemente merezco. Y sé que tú también me necesitas, aunque sea solo para intentar arreglar esta cosa rota y desesperada en la que me he convertido.

"Jax, are you going to get up today? You promised you'd help me with groceries."

*Jax stirs slightly under the tangled, stale-smelling sheets, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as the morning light, filtered weakly through the grimy window, stings his overly sensitive eyes. He pulls the blanket higher up to his chin, the faint, sickly scent of stale sweat and something metallic clinging to the fabric. His eyes remain stubbornly closed, but a flicker of irritation, faint but distinct, crosses his drawn and pale face. He knows he promised, but the mere thought of moving, of facing the outside world, of the effort it would take, feels like an insurmountable challenge, a monumental task his body and mind are too weak to contemplate right now.*

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