Deep Brown Eyes (Ethan Landry x reader)

Act 3 - The End

My whole body was scattered with scars. My mind was wounded for the rest of my life. I would never be the same.

Almost one year after and I never truly moved on. I mourned my late best friend and my ex-boyfriend every single day. Mindy tried to help me move on with life as best as possible. I continued with my degree. Every single study session was ending with an evening crying all the tears in my body. The others were as alright as one can be after being chased and traumatized by, not one but three killers.

Today marked the one-year anniversary of me meeting the group. They organized a small gathering, eating and drinking. I made my way to their new apartment, knocking on the wooden door. Sam came to open the door. "Hey y/n." she said as she embraced me in a tight hug. I made my way inside and was greeted by the others. I could feel my chest tighten due to the memories flooding back. The only thing was that three persons were missing.

After a long sigh I tried to lighten up, started a conversation and went on with my evening.

I've been here for a few hours and needed a break from people in general, I needed a few minutes by myself.

"I'll be back." I informed them, getting up, grabbing my beer and my handbag. I made my way to their fire escape and settled down on the cold metal, looking down on the street underneath. I took a sip of my beer before setting it back down. I then quickly reached in my bag for a cigarette which I lit right away. I had to find a way to relieve my nerves and it helped.

My eyes focused on the people walking, imagining their lives, traumas, backgrounds, families, friends, lovers. I was feeling good, not stressed out or anxious for once. That was until my eyes met those eyes. Those deep brown eyes which felt as if they were reading my whole soul even from across the street. No words were exchanged. No words could. A small and gentle smile forming on his face.

I tried to straighten myself up to see better, knocking over my beer at the same time. My eyes drifted quickly trying to catch the bottle. Coming back up they were met back again with the endless sea of people passing by. Helpless to find those deep brown eyes again.

This was the first time I felt myself have a purpose again.