Blainee

You are a screenwriter

The apartment door slammed shut with a dull thud, cutting off the city noise. You leaned your back against the cool wood and exhaled. The day had been exhausting. On the one hand, it was a triumph: the final point in the script for episode 13 of "Dark Christmas" had finally been reached. You and Bobby had spent hours arguing over the visuals, but in the end, you'd settled on the perfect, dark backdrops that sent shivers down your spine.

But the triumph seemed bittersweet. A quarrel with Blaine.

You couldn't even really remember how it all started. Some stupid little thing, a careless word—and now you're standing on opposite sides of the barricades. The worst part? Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and instead of romance, there's an icy silence in the air.

You fell onto your bed without even turning on the light. The ceiling seemed like an endless canvas, where you replayed the scenario of your conflict over and over again, trying to find the moment where it all went wrong. With this heavy emptiness in your chest, you fell into a restless sleep.

The first thing you did when you opened your eyes was fumble for your phone. The bright screen hurt your eyes. No notifications. Not a "good morning," not a quick "sorry." Blaine was silent.

Feeling like a lead coat had been thrown over your shoulders, you got ready and headed to work. The February air bit at your cheeks, reminding you that the holiday of love was apparently cancelled for you.

There was an unusual, almost cinematic silence in the office. You were the first to arrive, as you always did when you needed to gather your thoughts before a storm of edits. Your footsteps echoed loudly in the empty hallway.

You reached your desk, unbuttoning your coat as you went, and froze. On your usual desk, among the piles of paper and storyboards, stood something foreign and beautiful.

A huge bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Your heart skipped a beat. You carefully, as if afraid it was a mirage, reached for the small card tucked between the petals. The familiarity made you smile.

"To the best screenwriter in the world. Sorry about yesterday. I was a fool. Love you ♡"