Gone E.D.

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Ethan's pov
I heard her scream. "Please don't hurt me, please" she begged. Her voice cracked. She had her hands covering her face. "It's just me" I said. She looked up. Her arms wrapped around me. I could feel her shaking. She was terrified. Her cries and thunder were the only sounds in the house.

Isabelle's pov
I thought I was going to die. I can't stop crying. Ethan's rubbing my back with his hand. It's nice not having him against me. It's been awhile. I missed this side of him.

Ethan's pov
It felt good to hug her again. Over the last few days, I've felt guilty. I don't know why. I just have been. I missed her. As hard as it is to think it. I have. I've said I "love" Alana, but that's not true. Our relationship is complicated. It's on and off. All she cares about is fame. That's why she's dating me. I have all that she wants. But I don't have what I need. I feel like a piece of me is missing. I think Isabelle might be that missing puzzle piece. She loved me. She cared about me. Fame didn't matter. She knows me inside out.
It's been about half an hour. Isabelle's calmed down, but the storm hasn't. We haven't said a word to each other. But it's been a comfortable silence. "We should get some sleep" I said. Isabelle nodded. I wiped off a tear on her cheek. We interlocked our hands together. She looked super tired. She was rubbing her eyes and leaning on me. Isabelle dragged her feet up the stairs. She let go of my hand and wandered into her room. "Goodnight" she said. "Goodnight" I softly whispered. Her door closed and I wandered back into my room. I closed my door and turned on my lamp. I went on Instagram and saw some bad things about Isabelle. There are still videos about her running on stage and embarrassing herself. That all happened because I was stupid and being selfish. I should have supported her. I should have hugged her. I should have cared. She's brave for making herself vulnerable. My own fans are mocking her. They don't know me. They should be on her side. While I was dating Isabelle, she was getting hated on. It's even gotten worse. Only a couple fans gave her a chance.
My door burst open. Isabelle walked in. "Can I please sleep with you?" She asked. I was a bit speechless. "I can't sleep". "Ok, um sure" I said moving over on my bed. She crawled into my bed and snuggled in. I continued looking at my phone. One fan was really rude. They said awful things about Isabelle. I switched to twitter and tweeted "why her? Why hate on Isabelle? What has she done? She's only cared about you guys and me. We might have our ups and downs, but she is my friend. I have her back no matter what". I looked over at Isabelle and smiled. I think I'm in love with her. I don't know if she was telling the truth about most things, but I trust that she kept it to herself for a reason. I might too depending on the circumstances. I have no idea what she's been through. I don't have a right to judge her. The fans definitely don't. Nobody does. I could hear her soft breathing as she slept. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. We would always do that when we were dating. It was a sign of reassurance. I miss her so much.