One week later
Ethan was on his balcony, overlooking the town that was drenched in rain. We had barely spoken since he got the case. It wasn't the same.
I walked up to him. He still stared out onto the field of houses, as if he hadn't noticed me, but I knew he had. I put my hand on his back, he still didn't turn to me.
"You know Ethan,..." I turned to look at the drowning Tarrytown. "The only reason I moved back to Sleepy Hollow was because you convinced me to. If it had been anyone else, I probably wouldn't be here." He finally looked over at me, his blue eyes piercing through my soul.
We stayed like that, looking right into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Until Ethan's lips fell onto mine. It sent shivers rushing up my stomach because I anticipated it. We broke apart shortly after.
Ethan turned back to the dark city.
"Why did you move to Montreal in the first place?"
He was back in detective-mode. I blinked, processing his question. My fingers combed through my hair, nervousness taking me over.
"Oh, uh..." My voice faltered.
"A death in the family."
Ethan took hold of my hand, but didn't face me, still pensively looking over the rail.
"Sorry to hear that."
