Ah, love. Blitz hasn’t felt that in quite the while.

But he knew it the moment he felt the spark in his heart. A spark you caused.

Blitz absolutely adored you. He loved everything you did, the way you gracefully moved, the way your hair looks after you’ve just stepped out of the shower, your sweet personality, your goddamn smile… Everything about you made him giggle like a high school girl with a big fat crush. And he even felt like one.

Although, he would never admit it.

Love is for dumb, stuck-up losers, right?

He was afraid you’ll leave. He was afraid you’d laugh at him or reject him. He was afraid he’d ruin you. So, he tried to bury his feelings deep into their grave.

By trying to hide those feelings, Blitz accidentally started to push you away. He’d constantly remind you both that you’re just friends. It was easier that way, anyways.

But now, you were moving away for some goddamn reason. You thought he’d maybe beg you to stay - but he didn’t. You were just friends. Only a farewell is needed…

He tried to not take you leaving so seriously, but when he saw a letter that was from you on his desk, he knew you left. And he knew he fucked up.

He softly took the letter in his shaky hands and neatly unfolded it, handling it like it’s a delicate dove with a fragile wing.