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Promises »» Ethan Choi

My chest felt tight as more tears threatened to spill from my eyes. He stands at the window, in our somewhat small two bedroom apartment. His back facing me, not wanting to look me in the eyes. After all the screaming and arguing we did moments ago, we haven't spoken a word. Part of me thinks he's afraid to say what he promised me he never would.

I stand from my position on the couch, walking over to where he stands. A few seconds go by when he turns to face me after all this time. He isn't crying but his eyes are red as if he was. It actually hurts me to see him so upset like this. All we've been doing for months is just fight back and forth. There hasn't really been a second of peace. Are we just growing toxic or growing apart?

Both are equally not good for our relationship. I've spent the last six years of my life in love with him and being his girlfriend. Those are years I'll never get back. Even though all we've done is fight, he still looks at me with love in his eyes. He lets out a breath before speaking. "Y/n, I think...I think it's best if we breakup."

His voice shook with every word that left his lips. I knew he didn't want to say it but had to. The last thing I want to do is breakup. Im in love with him.

"You promised." I whispered, holding back myself from letting more tears spill. At the beginning of our relationship we made promises to each other that we wouldn't hurt or breakup with each other. What stupid promises to make after today. He frowns then shakes his head at me.

"Promises are for children. We've done nothing but fight for months and I can't take it anymore. I need a break from this relationship...from you." He admits to me. It killed me to hear that knowing that what he is saying is true. He's right and we both need breaks from each other.

"I know but that doesn't make it hurt any less." I let out. He steps closer to me. I watch as he debates his next move and before anything could be said, he holds me in a tight hug. It's a hug we both need and we stay like that for a while. I wipe my eyes then pull away and look at him. "It's probably best if I go." I whisper. He shakes his head but I assure him it's fine.

Pain filled his red eyes as he watches me drag my suitcase to the front door. We look into each others eyes for what feels like the last time. "Goodbye Ethan." I say.

"Goodbye y/n." He replies. Sighing, I leave the apartment, wishing that things could be different.

Six months later*

After smoothing out my dress, and checking the mirror one last time, I leave the house. Some friends invited me out for drinks since we haven't had a girls night in a while. I climb into the front seat of my car and drive off. For the past six months I've been doing somewhat okay. At first it was hard not seeing Ethan everyday or hearing his voice all the time but I'm okay now. We haven't spoken a word or seen each other durning this time either.

I'm not sure what he's doing or how he's been because neither one of us has called. I've been too nervous to reach out. I just wanted to give him his space and maybe that's what he's doing too. Once arriving at the bar, I park and head inside. I smile seeing my friends at a table and join them. We get a few drinks in us before joining others on the dance floor. It's overall a really good time.

After a while of dancing I head to the bar for a break. I sit down and order another drink. While waiting for my drink, the bell above the door rings and I look over that way seeing him. It's Ethan. When our eyes met his face softened. There's a faint smile on his lips when he approaches me. I clear my throat awkwardly as he takes a seat next to me. He orders a drink then turns his attention to me.

"How are you? It's been so long." He raises an eyebrow.

"I'm okay, just been a bit busy. How about you, how are you?" I ask.

"I'm good. Work has been a bit more crazy than usual but overall everything is good." He tells me. I nod and give him a smile. Things never used to be this awkward between us. "I wanted to reach out but I didn't think you'd want to hear from me. I'm sorry." He apologized.

"Don't be. I actually wanted to give you some space that's why I didn't reach out. I have missed you though and I hope you've been good." I reassure him. He smiles softly.

"I missed you too, y/n." He says. "So what brought you out tonight."

I look over at my friends dancing crazy on the floor. His eyes follow my gaze and he nods. "My friends and I wanted to have a girls night." I say. "How about you? What brought you out tonight?" I ask. It's odd that we both happened to be out at the same bar tonight at the same time.

"I'm supposed to be meeting someone but they're late." He tells me. "Do you want to go somewhere else and just talk? I'd love to know how you've been these past six months." He asks. I glance at my friends then turn back to him. My head nods and we head out. We end up spending hours talking and catching up that night. It felt really good seeing him again.

Over the next few weeks we started hanging out more again, only for him to suggest we give us another chance. It sounded good to me and we got back together. Ever since then we've been doing better than before. I'm happy we took a break because it's seriously what we needed.