Shades of Blue (Omegaverse BL)
Chapter 61 - 59 | Stubbornness

Chapter 61: 59 | Stubbornness

[NO.]

Blue sent that word in response to all of Winter’s texts. Immediately he sent that message, a call came through his phone. Blue accepted the call on impulse without thinking.

"Blue..." Winter said with a hoarse voice.

Blue felt his legs go weak at the sound of his name coming from Winter’s mouth.

"What? What is it?" he asked Winter with a sharp tone, refusing to let himself sound weak because of Winter’s voice.

"I want to apologize here. I’m really sorry. Can we talk?" Winter’s voice softened at the end of his words.

"Talk? Talk about what!?" Blue questioned aggressively.

"Us."

Blue sucked in a deep breath through his teeth as he heard Winter say that word.

"What about us?" Blue asked, his voice was not as bold or aggressive as it was before, and his voice held a hint of vulnerability in it.

"Everything. You know we can’t just keep going around life like this without taking a step forward or backward." Winter said. "I want to meet somewhere quiet. I’ll send you the time and location. Is that okay with you?"

The line went silent. Blue didn’t say anything.

"You’ll come, won’t you?" Winter added with a hopeful edge to his tone.

"I don’t want to see you."

Blue’s voice was low. Terribly low. Blue knew that if he met with Winter, he would oblige to whatever Winter wanted him to. And if Winter asked him to, Blue would even forgive and forget all that he did today.

The more he let Winter into his life, the more Blue realized that he was giving Winter the authority to influence his mind and heart.

And it terrified Blue. Though he would never admit it out loud for now, Winter had somehow managed to wiggle his way into his head and heart, taking up a portion that Blue had never opened up for someone else.

"But I want to see you." Winter countered. "I’ll be waiting for you."

Blue terminated the call after hearing those words, willing himself to end his listening to Winter’s words which were all nonsense wrapped in sweet lies.

Just as Blue was about to go back to lying on his bed, his phone rang again. He checked the caller’s ID, and this time, the caller wasn’t Winter. It was Blue’s editor, Tina.

"What is it now?" Blue drawled with an exhausted tone immediately he accepted the call and placed his phone on one ear.

"I sent you an email and you never got back to me." Tina said, her tone laced with annoyance and frustration.

"Got back to you concerning what? If it’s about changing the ending, then you should stop contacting me because I’m not going to do that." Blue spoke with a haughty voice as he walked back to his bed and fell backwards on it.

His back was against the cushion as he stared at the ceiling above him.

"What’s wrong with you? Can’t you see that I’m doing this for your own good? If the book gets published that way, you’re going to get a lot of heat for it." Tina tried to be reasonable with Blue as she spoke without raising her voice too loud.

The reason why she was urging Blue to change the ending of his novel was because he had gone off and killed the main character and the most important side character of the story!

With the kind of writing style and storyline Blue portrayed in his first novel, it wasn’t out of the blue to see the characters of this new novel of his to suffer. But Tina hadn’t been expecting the characters to actually die from the suffering they were put through!

"It doesn’t matter. It’s my book and I don’t care what other people think. The ending was justified." Blue said with an entitled voice.

"Was it?" Tina asked softly. "Was the ending truly justified?"

"Of course, it was." Blue swallowed a bitter bile in his throat before he said those words.

"Then why all the foreshadowing and little moments? You know what you were doing when you wrote the characters to be that way and added little romantic undertones in their interactions." Tina said.

Blue had nothing to retort with.

In ’How to be a Perfect Omega’, Blue hadn’t written anything pertaining to romantic love concerning the main character, Milo Mikaelson.

However, in this new book, Blue didn’t realize that he had emphasized unnecessary things between the main character and the major supporting character of the story, making it seem as though they had ’feelings’ for each other.

Blue had built up the chemistry between them so well that when Tina read the manuscript, she had been outraged that both characters actually lost their lives and they didn’t get together before that or even made any direct move towards each other.

It was unbelievable.

Why write them to be like each other’s missing half when Blue knew that he wasn’t going to make use of their chemistry?

"I’m not changing the ending." Blue finally spoke out, gritting his teeth.

Tina opened her mouth to counter his words but Blue terminated the call after saying his own. On the other end of the phone, Tina was absolutely surprised that Blue had cut the call on her.

She called him again and he busied her call. Meanwhile, after ending the call with Tina, a text from Winter came through to Blue’s phone.

As Winter had said, he sent the time and location of the place where he wanted them to meet. The time was not set far away from the present time. And the place wasn’t too far.

However, Blue chose to switch off his phone and close his eyes to sleep, ignoring the world and its troubles.

***

Winter was waiting for Blue. He had been waiting for Blue for almost two hours now, counting from the time that he had arrived at the park where he and Blue were supposed to meet.

Correction: Where he told Blue to meet up with him.

They were two different things. Blue hadn’t at all agreed to meet up with Winter. But Winter believed he would, which explained his current situation.

’He’s going to come. He’s going to come. He’s going to come.’ Winter chanted in his head, still having strong faith in Blue.

However, after three more hours passed and the sky was completely dark, devoid of a bright moon, there was only one thought in Winter’s head—

He didn’t come.

The thought came with an intense amount of anger rising within Winter’s body.

’How dare Blue not come here?’ Winter thought, rising up from the swing that he had been sitting on all this time.

Winter kicked a stone on his path as he angrily marched to the spot where he had parked his car. Winter stepped into his car and settled on the driver’s seat, not forgetting to slam the door shut as hard as he could in order to let off his anger in some way.

He ignited the engine of his car, and at full speed, he began to drive in the direction of Blue’s house.

Winter was annoyed, angered, disappointed, and worst of all, hurt. Though he didn’t know this yet. All he knew was that he had offered himself to Blue on a golden platter, and he had gotten rejected!

This wasn’t the first, second, or even the third time that Blue had rejected him and shunned him away for absolutely no reason!

’What’s wrong with me?’ Winter asked himself. Then he immediately answered his own question by saying aloud, "Nothing!"

Yet, Blue treated him like that—nothing. Winter was truly infuriated! Blue needed, no, deserved a taste of his own medicine.

Did Blue think that it was fun to string him along and use him as a sexual tool whenever he needed only to ignore him and pretend that there was nothing between them afterwards?

What the actual fuck was wrong with Blue? Why couldn’t he just- why couldn’t he just be a fucking proper Omega!?

Winter smacked the wheel with anger as he had that thought. Would it be a crime for Blue to act without stubbornness and let himself get deceived and used??

Why did he always have to put himself high above others and pretend as though he was some kind of special-born person?

Winter knew that Blue wasn’t as elegant as he portrayed himself to be. He wasn’t very strong, nor was he bold or courageous to the core.

He had seen the true Blue before. And there was nothing inspiring about him. So why all the fuss? Why all the pretend? And why all the fucking stubbornness??

Winter parked his car in front of the building where Blue lived. He got out of his car, still radiating anger, and unconsciously, strong pheromones.

Winter walked as though the entire world had offended him as he made his way into the building. Instead of taking the elevator up to Blue’s room, Winter walked up the stairs.

Reason? There wasn’t any.

By the time Winter reached the front of Blue’s room, his skin was glistened with perspiration. The original anger he came with had increased twofold as he had thought of all the reasons that could’ve held Blue back from coming to meet him, and discovered that none of them were truly reasonable enough.

Winter raised his hand to bang Blue’s front door but it hung midair when he sensed something—

Blue’s pheromones.