Ethan's pov
She was broken, because of me.
She was unstable because of me.
I thought we could fix what we had, I thought her friends where the problem when obviously it was, me.
Now i'm here, dreading letting her go. Being as broken as she is now sniffing crushed Vicodin in Paris to ease my pain.
the hotel was spinning, naked girls were dancing. The girls who I desperately wanted to be (Y/N).
All I could do was laugh, I was too drained to actually even stand up.
I blacked out in my hotel bed, woken up by the sound of birds were irritating.
I try and sit up but there was heavy weight on my chest, I was already regretting the Vicodin because that didn't seem to do it's job.
I had another dream about (Y/N), I missed her so much yet here I am in Paris.
Only god knows how many prostitutes I've slept with since I flew here & I'm ashamed,afraid & needy.
If (Y/N) were to see my now she wouldn't want anything to do with me.
But no matter how many times I say 'I'm not,' I end up doing the same shit, Ending up in a hotel room with girls I don't even know.
I miss her.
"Looks like someone needs more Vicodin," The girl giggles waking up also.
"Nah, me & Vicodin are done," I shake my head rubbing my forehead
"You miss her don't you?" She says
"What was that?" I ask completely confused.
"You miss your Ex,"She scoffs taking the spare robe that was thrown across the floor.
"Listen, I don't need her," I shrug standing up wearing a robe also.
"Liar," She mutters
"Well that's nice coming from a pr-"
"A prostitute?!"
I stay silent for a bit.
"Listen, If you miss her so much why are you even here?,"She asks.
"And I'm not a prostitute, You were talking with me at the cafe & I ended up here," She admits
"Naked?"
She nods
she was the same height as (Y/N), same eye color & everything but she wasn't the exact replica of (Y/N).
"Listen, you need to get your ass out of your head & Talk to her," she hisses throwing on her clothes
"Why you so feisty?" I raise my eyebrows
"Because guys like you,"
"No offense," She adds
"Are so fucking stupid, y'all are a waste of time."
"How?"
"You act ad if you don't need her but yet here you are thinking about her right this second."She sighs grabbing her purse
she had A point, I missed (Y/N), I had only flown out here because I had to fore=get about (Y/N) somehow.
"Listen give her a call,"
"left y number on the notepad,"She says pointing at the notepad next to the tall glass of water.
"Thanks," I say
& with that she left, & I was left with one choice.
'I'm going back to La, back to (Y/N)'
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HI fixing spelling errors later
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Fanfiction"𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇?" "𝒩𝑜." "𝒲𝒽𝓎?" "𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹." "And I have a goldfish" "What?!" "Oh,sorry I thought we were talking about things that didn't matter." *completed*