𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✔️

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Allison's POV:
Next morning:

I opened my eyes and saw myself laying on his chest. I don't know what happened last night but I can't keep running. I'm tired and I still love him. Even though I tired so hard in the last 3 damn years but deep down I knew I was lying to myself to feel better.

My whole life is a mess. Everything was just not in place. I was trying be someone I'm not, I've changed a lot. I'm trying to keep this strong facade but deep down I know that I'm shattered into pieces, and he knows it.

He know everything about me. He know every action I make means something. He knows when I'm not comfortable, when I get my anxiety attacks and try to hide it, when I don't eat, lie and he also knows that I still love him but I can't say it to him.

It's just not the same if I say it. I don't know ... there is something empty inside me that don't want to get filled with anything. Not with anger, happiness, sadness, love. Just nothing.

I looked up his face and god I've missed this. I looked down his chest and saw all the scars still where they are, but he have some new ones. And they don't look old.

I decided that I should stop. I needed water. My throat was so dry and I badly needed something to drink.

I removed his hand that was around my waist slightly before I sat on the bed and held the white duvet over my naked body. I stood up slightly and started to walk out the room.

It was hard to go I admit it but I needed to drink water. And I also needed a good shower. I opened the door to the other room and got inside before I went to the bathroom.

I turned the water on before I went in front of the mirror and saw that he have marked everywhere making me feel good...I think.

I missed his touch all over my body, he is the only that makes me feel good about myself.

I went under the warm water before I started to wash myself and my hair. After I finished I stepped out and went to get dressed. I grabbed some pants and a grey hoodie to wear above it so it can cover the hickeys.

I went of the room to the kitchen. As I stepped down the last stair the door unlocked and Ethan came through it. He looked like a mess.

He looked up before he saw me and ran to me. He pulled me for a hug before I hugged him back. I've missed him to be honest. He is after all my best friend and have been beside me through my whole life.

"Where the fuck were you?! The police have been looking for you the last 2 weeks!" He said sounding very nervous before I held his hands.

"Ethan I'm fine, really. I just had to go for a work trip nothing else and sorry I didn't tell you I'm really" I lied not wanting to get him scared. He have helped me a lot the last couple of years and I feel myself pressing on his life sometimes.

"And you didn't tell me?! Allison do you know how worried I was!" He said making me hug him again.

"I know and I'm sorry...really." I said and pulled away.

"Fine but if you do it again I swear I'll never forgive you" he said making me roll my eyes and mutter a fine before I walked to the fridge. I drank 3 whole cups of water before Ethan came beside me.

"Did you eat?" He asked making me shake my head no before he rolled his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me Ethan" I said before he rolled them again. As he was about to talk Vincenzo talked making me freeze and Ethan looked like he was about to kill him.