After all that had happened in her life- though she was aware of how fortunate she was, Blair couldn’t help feeling anything but completely alone in her world. Yes, she had her friends, her family, but when it came down to it, each and every one of them had hurt her in some way and so she had developed her cold and controlling manner.
“I don’t hold people close.” The words cut through her lips and left bruises behind on her heart, for she knew what they meant. Giving up, on love, on trust, they were just a means to an end- and usually a messy one at that.
Eyes stoic and unwavering, they met the young man's gaze, a breath taken to solidify her stance, filling her with the confidence that she was right, “it just makes it easier for them to hurt you.”
She swiped the hair from her face as the wind blew- nature mocking her as she tried to exude the certainty she so wanted to feel in her words. A moment of hope always glimpsed when she would meet people, but she quickly learned to squash those dreams.
Hurt people before they hurt you and always have a backup plan for when they try and take you down.
This was the motto Blair learned to live her days by, the mantra with which she learned to rule. Sure, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, but then you wonder why you're always sick. Best leave the pests where they lay.