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Never Forget »» Ethan Choi

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, my throat sore from all the yelling. Nothing...and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for what happened tonight. It started off so amazing and ended with the worst breakup of my life. There has never been a guy in my life that I ever loved or cared about as much as I do Ethan. He was my entire world.

He made me fall in love with him only to completely tear my heart into pieces. He stands next to the front door where I was shoving him, screaming at him to leave my house. He looks just as distraught as me. Maybe I look a little worse. His eyes are red from some of the crying he's done himself.

"Please," my voice comes out hoarse. "Just go."

"Y/n, it was never supposed to be like this. It was all just a huge mistake." He tried explaining for the millionth time.

"No Ethan, the mistake was ever trusting you. I really wanted it to be you...the man I fall in love with, marry, and have children. Fuck I really did but you ruined that." I cry. He looks down, his head hung low in shame. Good. He should be ashamed of himself. He's barely able to look me in the eyes. After everything...everything we've been through in the past three years, he had to go and ruin it all.

"I'm...I'm sorry." He repeats.

"Sorry doesn't fix what you already broke. I think it's best you leave and not come back."

My voice is cold and harsh. There's so much pain and anger running through me. His head lifts, eyes finally meeting mine. He gives me one last apologetic look before exiting out of the front door. When he's gone, more tears seem to spill from my eyes. I can't believe it's over just like that. As if the last three years meant nothing.

I probably spent half my night either crying, or laying in bed staring at the ceiling. The next thing I know, my alarm is going off, telling me to get up for work. It's going to be very hard knowing he's there all day. Perhaps this is why you shouldn't date coworkers. Lesson learned.

When getting out of bed, I go about my morning as if last night didn't happen. I take a shower, brush my hair and teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast, then leave. So far things are okay. When arriving and heading inside, I start my shift. For a few hours part of me thought he didn't come in today because I hadn't seen him. Then suddenly when exiting a patients room, there he stood at the front desk talking with Maggie.

My heart started hurting seeing him there so I quickly distracted myself with more work. Anything to avoid him. The day had went by better than I thought. We barely saw each other and I never had to talk to him. I'm not sure that I'm ready yet. He hurt me and it's going to take time for me to heal from that.

On my way to my car, a voice calls my name. Turning around I see him standing there. He approaches me as air gets caught in my throat. "Listen I just want you to know that I'm giving you space. I'm sorry about everything but I understand now, that sorry isn't going to make things okay with us." He tells me. He must have done a lot of thinking last night.

"Thank you." I nod. He smiles softly then leaves. It will be a while before I'm able to actually look at him and not feel like my heart is going to explode. Until that day comes, Ethan and I are over...for good.