Rock 'N Roll never dies (Ethan Torchio x Female Reader)

Chapter 23 - Reliving

Ethan's POV

(Y/n)... What the fuck... All this time... It was her? She didn't tell me about it... She hid everything from me... Was this why she was so heartbroken? Because I forgot about her? It all made sense. She knew about all of our dates, about what I did with the girl and how close we were. Because she was that mysterious girl...

(Y/n) came out of the shower, rubbing her hair dry with a towel. She looked at me confused as I fell into her arms, crying my heart out. She held my back.

"Ethan..." She hugged me back and stroke my back softly, comforting me. I kept crying. I couldn't believe that I forgot about the person that I loved...

(Y/n)'s POV

I comforted Ethan, not knowing why he behaved the way he did. I was there for him, yet I did not understand where his emotional breakdown came from all of the sudden.

"Ethan..." I stroke his back softly, comforting him. I let him go, cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He looked into my eyes, before looking down, crying.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." He just sobbed to himself. He fell on his knees. I went down after him and held his shoulders for support.

"What are you sorry for, Ethan?" I asked calmly. I couldn't help him, which broke my heart. But this was about him, not me.

"I forgot you, (y/n). I forgot you... I'm a terrible person!" He cried, not being able to calm down.

"What do you mean? You forgot me?" I was so confused.

"I..." He had a panic attack. Shit. I got up and ran to the kitchen to grab him some water. I sat Ethan on my bed, placed myself next to him and gave him the water. He drank it and rested his head on my lap, shaking, falling asleep in the process. While he laid there, I stroke his hair and stayed with him. I took the glass of water and put it on the night stand behind me so he wouldn't accidently drop it. When I looked back at him to give him my attention I saw that some hair fell into his face. I gently removed it with my fingers and stroke his cheek softly when I saw the tears that were covering his pale face. My hand instinctively grabbed the sleeve of my soft pullover which I wore for sleeping and I wiped away his tears softly with it since I knew how much tears can tickle. They bother the beauty sleep. Also, I didn't want to see him this way. Broken. It simply broke my heart.

When my legs basically fell asleep beneath the weight of his head I decided to put Ethan to bed, not just for mine, but also his own comfort. I grabbed my pillow, put it under his head, moved away from the spot and laid him down on the pillow properly. I wanted to get up and get him some more water when I noticed him shaking like crazy. He was still asleep and he didn't cry.
I looked around and just then noticed that the balcony door was still open. The cool breeze had filled my bedroom, making it ice cold for this time of night. Quickly I got up and closed the window. Without hesitation, I grabbed my warm blanket and covered the dark-haired boy's body with it. I then again stroke some hair out of his face and took a deep breath. I sat down on the corner of my bed and gave him company in case he woke up and needed it.

Ethan's POV

I found myself standing in a dark room. It was cold and black. I couldn't even see my own hands. When I almost started to panic something lightened up around me, then something else, and something else. As I looked up I was able to see a lot of what looked like TV screens, but the old black-and-white ones. I looked up and there seemed to be no end to it. I started to look at just a few to understand what was going on. Every one of those screens showed all of the memories that I had made in my life. From childhood days to my adulthood. How I met the band, how I met my ex, even my 9th birthday, which was confusing me.

Those memories were in no order, but I decided to look around more, when I came to special memories. Memories that I shared with (y/n), memories that I had just gained back. Weirdly, unlike the other ones, those memories all seemed to be mostly in order.
Memories to times when we laughed, enjoyed each other's company and all the times she made me forget about why we were doing what we did in the first place. At least I did, while she did everything, trying to make me remember her. In the scenes I could finally see how much it hurt her when I talked about this shadowed girl that I saw in my memories, not even thinking who this person might have even been.
It broke my heart, seeing her like this. All this time that stranger was right in front of my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned myself away from the screens, when I saw the people surrounding me that had the largest impact to my life the last months.

It was Thomas, Damiano and Victoria that I recognized. They stood together with me in a way that we formed a circle. Thomas took my left hand, Vic my right one and Damiano stood in front of me. I closed my eyes and I could hear the times we laughed, mostly when we were making music or when one of us did something extremely stupid, which was almost every day. It made me smile. I loved the times when I was home alone and watched the videos we filmed of one another, just laughing our asses off.

The guys let me go and disappeared into the darkness. As I wanted to follow them, I got held back by a silhouette, looking at me from a distance. I squeezed my eyes, trying to figure out who the person was that was looking at me. I wanted to take a step forward, but right after I blinked that person stood right in front of me. Isabella. Her eyes pierced themselves on my eyes and then my body, and she started to touch me. I wanted to push her away, take a step back, but I couldn't. I had no chance to stop her from unbuttoning my shirt and touching my naked chest, which made me shiver and let me remember the abusive relationship from her side. As I felt those cold hands on me, I heard everything she used to say to me that burnt itself into my brain and did its damage. I couldn't do anything but relive all of it.

I let a tear fall and lowered my head, closing my eyes and letting everything just come over me, when those hands that touched me were suddenly gone, as if someone pulled them away. I then felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around my waist from the back. The hug was tight, caring yet worried. I heard sobbing, and a loving, familiar voice spoke up.

"I'm here"