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Chapter Fourteen

"Sometimes I wish I could hurt you the way you hurt me, but I know if I had the chance to, I wouldn't."

"Your name still hurts in so many ways."

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"Ethen, please calm down," Isaac voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned slowly and faced him, a divergent feeling overtaking my body. I saw guilt flash in front of his eyes but it disappeared almost instantly.

"What's going on?" Zed asked from beside me, shifting his gaze from me, to Isaac, to...her.

"Nothing," I said, rolling my eyes and standing up. "Everything is great."

"Ethen, please," Isaac pleaded.

"We'll talk later," I lifted me chin and looked at him in the eyes. His eyes hid something I couldn't read. "Later, my friend."

The word felt bitter on my tongue that I felt my whole body flinch in response.

"Is that your lady?" Zed asked.

"Yes," Isaac responded quickly.

"No," I said, my voice deeper than usual.

"You need to talk to her."

"Drop it, Zed."

"No," he said, standing up. "Talk to her."

"I said drop it."

"He's right," Isaac interjected. "Hear her out."

"Move," I glared at Zed who was blocking the exit.

"You must listen to her; of course she has something to say."

"I don't care, we're over now."

He stared at me in confusion, uncertainty clouding his eyes. His broad shoulders rested and he moved to the side.

"You're making a mistake," I heard Isaac warning me from behind.

"Whatever," I mumbled and crossed the room's borders.

I took a step outside and dropped my head to face the floor. My eyes and my heart missed her, but my brain knew what's right.

I knew what's right.

She gasped, completely taken aback from my sudden presence. "Excuse me," she told the nurse beside her, then I heard her walking after me.

I walked faster, ignoring her discernible presence. My heart pounded in my chest, and my eyes drifted to everything around me trying to busy me from turning and facing her.

I tensed, completely and utterly tensed under the sudden pressure of something that grabbed me from my wrist. A sudden electric shock shoot throw my veins. Adrenaline rushed and my head snapped backwards.

My eyes met hers'.

"Ethen," she said, panting like she ran a marathon.

I looked at her, her face softening slightly. I cocked a brow at her innocent-looking face.

"Ethen, you need to let me explain."

She pleaded, her eyes sparkling when I looked at her. Did she expect me to listen to her? To let her explain? To hear her out?

My mind started functioning, showing me what I saw yesterday and how I felt. Showing me the real her.

What will she explain? How beautiful it was the tension and closure between her and him? How amazing it was to taste beer? How wonderful it was to feel numb?