It was selfish, he knew.
Wanting her back without expecting huge repercussions was selfish of him.
He watched as she cried, as his world crumbled apart.
He watched as Clarisse fall apart right in front of him. She was his world. She still was.
Three years with unchanged feelings that had to be buried deep.
Three years he spent working on building an empire to finally be deserving of her love and affection, and to finally be powerful enough to be with her without his family getting in the way.
But if Clarisse refused to give him another chance, he'd understand it, but he'd be devastated.
"Why," she repeated.
She didn't say anything else.
She sniffled and sobbed to herself.
"My family," Blaine spat.
Clarisse moved her head up, her eyes shining with tears.
It reminded him of the moment he'd broken up with her.
He felt a gut-wrenching pain in his heart.
