The Promise

The Promise Chapter: 7

Chapter Seven

Sorry if it gets a little boring in the descriptions-

Oh and for those of you still wondering...Kate does appear soon in the storyline..dont worry :3-

And don't worry if the storyline seems a little dull...i've got something pretty unexpected happening soon along with the appearance of Kate-

Enjoy this chapter. It's very big on the descriptions!.

The song in this chapter is one of my favourites- The Writer (acoustic) by Ellie Goulding.

All my love to you lovely readers, ~Eternal~ A.K.A ~Lena~

** Ethans POV**

Last night I sat on the hill, surveying the weeping willow in all it's sadness coated in snow, the withered and frayed old wood wearing away like a slow disease. In the spring and summer it would always look dauntingly beautiful with it's wavering droopy leaves swaying in the gently wind, but nearing the end of Autumn and approaching winter, the tree turned into hibination and curled up, leaving behind remenants of forage and greenery.

The ghostly, pale shape of Kate in my mind always lingered behind the tree, her dark storm of dead straight hair blowing around her ears and shoulder. Mellow and chatoyant green eyes framed by thick, saddening eyelashes as I was reminded of the night before I had to move. There was no happiness in there. Neither was there in mine.

It was as if our time together had come to an end, swept away with the seasons changing rapidly- and our lives moving further and further apart instead of closer like we had planned. Kate never got her first mobile from the period of time I knew her, if I did, then I would call and text her every single day- in keeping with communication.

Im doubtful that her busy life living in the streets of Sheffield there would be time to meet up. Kate was woken up by the sound of traffic, rush hour, whereas I was always woken up to the sound of silence and perhaps the lashing streaks of rain on my window pane. Her family was a little bit more than wealthy- harbouring the shiny, sleek and jet black Mercedes in their back garage whilst I harboured my metallic blue bike in the garden.

We had our differences I guess, but it never really mattered in life.

Kate and I were never drawn together by money or lavish items, but mere same interests and the slight similiarity in knowing what it felt to be leaning to the outcast side more than the popular. Rolling rivers and stretching green fields with fluffy white clouds drifting overhead had made us secure and had brought the feeling of what home really was.

“Damn,” I muttered, putting my foot down and faltering to a shuddery halt as the bike wheels groaned. Clambering off, I bent down and noticed the thin, sharp pinpoint of a thorn stuck in it's side, the air deflating out of the rubber quickly, released into the air. “Real smooth Ethan, quit daydreaming and get your head out of the clouds,” I sighed, flipping the bike over to my right as I walked it down the street.

With the english essay plan tucket into the front pocket of my bag hanging by the bike back, I instantly pulled it from the hook and slung it over my shoulder, wishing immediately that I had left the giant french dictionary at school. But then again- I needed to revise and with the computer at home currently out of use due to a misfortunate virus spreading, burying myself in it's blurry context didn't seem as bad as failing the grade.

It also reminded me that our exams were due to happen near next week, and I hadn't even looked at the cover of one revision book yet. Weighing me down were countless thoughts and memories, unwillingly pulling me into depression.

“Ethan!” Ellie called from the opposite side of the road, waving cheerfully as she watched for cars passing by. Like a rabbit, she hopped right next to me, her ears almost pricked up. On her face was the most joyous smile anyone could have. Strands of her dark hair was blowing near her oak green eyes, and the sweet scent of honey lingered underneath my nose.

“Kate?” I let the name slip out of my lips unadvertantly, instantly regretting it when Ellie's face twisted in confusion. “S-sorry I mean Ellie?”

“Am..i missing something Ethan? How come you keep looking at me funny?” Ellie prompted demandingly, her brows furrowing together. The smile on her face was wiped off immediately as I struggled to think of an answer. “And who is Kate...you seem to bring her up quite often,”

“Really? I never noticed,” I lied smoothly, turning my head away from her towards the streetlamps flashing on and off in the distance. In a split second the light went out and left me standing in the dark. “I'm just tired, that's all,” I waved her off with a flick of my wrist, bemused as she eased into silence.

To be honest, today was the most Ellie had ever talked. Her quite and unatural traits of silence always got to me, since I always wondered what was going on in her mind which made her mouth zip shut. It was as if she couldn't say anything she wanted. “My bike went bust,” I grimaced, glancing discretely at her.

“Mhmm,” Ellie nodded, refusing to meet my eyes. “Who am I?” Her footsteps slowed to a sudden unexpected halt.

“What do you mean?”

“When you look at me, you always seem to mistake me for someone else. Like you're not really looking at me, Ellie, but someone else,” Her voice was unsure of the words flowing through her lips, although her green gaze was nice and steady.

Wordless, I breathed out slowly and turned away from her piercing gaze which demanded an answer. Truth was, I didn't exactly see Ellie. I saw Kate, the mirage of her still haunted me in Ellie's startling similarity in looks. Both had fair dark hair, a pair of solid oak green eyes, and both stood an average size, skinny and thin.

However, I wasn't about to admit all that to her.

In some sense, I was a horrible person. Part of me knew that I ony hung with Ellie because of her spitting image towards Kate, because I wanted to stay in connection with her. Maybe I felt that if I didn't remind myself of her every single day, I would forget the way she talked, her beautiful looks and her high spirit which always kicked me into a happy mood.

Looking through Ellie's set of eyes I saw someone else, the girl whom I lost all those years ago- and whom I wanted back dearly. With the exception that she simply wasn't her, I had to swallow my yearning and pretend that I was happy with Ellie...as Ellie and no one else.

“I see you Ellie,” I teased, rolling my eyes playfully. “No one else...”

Lying is wrong, but nessecary in some cases I believe.

“Oh...ok then,” She nodded approvingly, the earlier cheerful smile easing onto her thin set of lips, bringing me instant relief. And then, she shuffled beside me on our journey home, becoming back to her quite and mute self.

I'm sorry Ellie.