Chapter twenty-eight

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"What are you doing here?" I ask the drunk boy who's entering my house and reminds me of how sadly in love with him I am.

"I wanted to see you," he says looking at me "I miss you."

I know this is some sort of a trick he's trying to use on me, but not this time. Even if hearing him saying those three words made my heart warmed.

"Why didn't you call me then?"

"Because I'm an asshole. A terrible asshole, but I love you. A lot."

"That's not a valide excuse. You need to leave." It is a valid excuse to me because I love you so damn much and this week I've missed you more than I ever did in my entire life.

"Why? I know you missed me too."

"You're drunk, I can't have you here if you're like this. Besides, I don't like it when you lie."

"I didn't lie. When did I lie?" He asks innocently.

"Saying that you miss me and that you love me."

"I do!" he groans "Malena, how many times do I need to tell you for you to believe me?" The smell of vodka in his breath is pretty noticeable. Way too noticeable.

"I believe you, it's just... I'm confused. But you could've show it to me this week, you know?"

"I know! I already told you I'm an asshole!" He yells.

"Don't yell at me."

"I'm yelling at myself for letting the best thing I've ever had in my life, go away." I never thought he would tell me something like this.

"I didn't go anywhere. You know I'm always going to be here for you, if we're together or not. I love you Ethan, but I can't lie to you nor to myself. I don't know if I'll be able to trust you like I did before.

Confusing // Ethan DolanWhere stories live. Discover now