Ethan:
I guess I asked her something I shouldn't because, well, the reason is very obvious. She just doesn't want to talk about it.
Right when I try to change the subject, she changes her mind and I listen to her.
'I will tell you. But before I tell you, you have to promise me something. Now, promise that you won't fall in love with me ever. I just don't want any tragic incident in my life anymore.'
God, this girl is weird but in a cute way.
'Why would it be tragic after all? I think we would make a great couple.'
She narrows her eyes and gives me a mischievous smile.
'Just promise me, oh I forgot to ask your name? What's your name?
'Ethan.'
'Alright, Ethan. Now promise me.'
'I promise, Rachel. '
When I accidentally say her name out loud, she immediately gives me a puzzled look which is a very logical thing to do when some stranger knows your name and I tell her the reason.
'It's written on the name card that's attached to your shirt. I'm not dangerous or anything so please stop giving me that horrified look.'
When what I say hits her, she immediately takes off the name card and throws it away. And doesn't also forget to add some cuss word:
'Oh God, I fucking hate that shirt and this dumb name card. '
I guess she really hates it. It's pretty obvious from the way she hurled it across the street.
'Soo..,Rachel. Tell me what you want to tell me.'
'I'm dying. I mean, yeah. That was all I wanted to tell you. I
She could think I would buy this prank, but I wouldn't.
'I'm not buying this though. But good try.'
When I finish my sentence, a disturbing kind of silence fills the air and when I try to smile, she doesn't. The girl who was full with life minutes ago is now just full of silence.
'Are you... is it really true?' my voice is no longer cheerful, in fact, it's frantic and full of ambiguity.
There's moment like that in someone's life time when they really feels that they are smack dab in some sort of fucked up situation. This is one of them for me. I feel like a jerk right now for not taking what she said seriously and I feel even worse about the fact that I'm trying to hold back some tears for someone whom I don't even know anything about except their name.
'Yeah, it's true. And I hate that it's not a joke. I wish it was a joke. But here I am, just waiting to die..'
In the middle of her sentence, she starts crying, and I just stand without any idea about what to do.
'I'm sorry, Rachel. I just didn't know. I'm so sorry.'
Oh, no. Don't give me that look, please.'
'What do you mean?'
' You know what, that's exactly why I never tell anyone this. Cause they pity me which I hate. Besides you don't even know me. So don't do it. '
I wish I could pretend like we are strangers again, but it's too late now. Some hearts are bound to be broken.
Especially when she looks at me like that.
