I'm sorry for the depression but this gets better.
I listen. I just sit and listen while he talks.
His voice is soft, deep and smooth.
Though he talks about dark things he sounds angelic.
I knew his parents death had hit all of them hard, and they grew apart rather than together, but I didn't realize it hit him this hard.
I hated how alone he'd been.
Raiden had forced himself a primitive mind set, and Damon well... he spent most of his time hitting things.
But Ethan poured himself into ensuring his pack would be fine without him.
I didn't realize how long he'd been planning this.
He cries, and so do I.
It was hard hearing all of this, because I'd only ever seen him happy in the future.
I didn't realize he wasn't eating as much as he should, or spending most days in his room.
I felt like this shittiest person in the world. He had been alone and I'd been off with his brothers enjoying life.
Eventually he finishes sharing, and we fall silent.
I let him hold me, inhaling his scent and committing it to memory.
I don't know how long we stay this way, long after my legs go numb, and I start sweating from how hot it was in here.
I don't move though, and neither does he.
"I'm so fucking sorry." He says, his lips inches my ear.
"Don't ever apologize Ethan." I scold.
His grip loosens enough for him to pull back a few inches.
I kiss his cheeks, and my lips taste salty.
"Don't ever apologize okay?" He nods, pulling me closer again.
We stay this way until his phone rings.
I pull it out of his pocket, knowing who it was.
"Ignore it." He mumbles absently.
I pull the phone to my ear, hearing Rylie's voice immediately.
"Hey stranger." He groans unhappily.
"I hate when she calls me that." He complains.
"Guess what? Your girl stole a car and took off. Ha! What a gold digger. Gah I love her." Rylie rants, laughing her head off.
"So help me if you guys don't want her I will take her. And-"
Ethan grabs the phone.
"She's with me, I'll be there in a few." I hear Rylie high soprano rambling as he hangs up, rolling his eyes.
"You stole a car?" I wince.
"Borrowed." I correct, then wince.
"Gave away." He chuckles, pushing hair away from my heated face.
"Sorry." I grin, and he chuckles.
"You look guilty." He says sarcastically.
I shrug. "I did what I had to do." I state simply.
He nods, not looking to bothered by my little heist.
My phone buzzes a second later and I answer.
