blue is obsessed.

even if his skin turn blue from the cold, his lips turn blue from suffocation, his knuckles turn white from holding a rose you will refuse, his tears turn red from begging, his leg would cramp for waiting for so long, he would thank you for it.

even with a brisk slap across his cheek that most would recoil from, even if his eyes would droop in need from afar for you, even with that look on your eyes red in hate because of him, he would stay until he have your heart.