"Please." I hear someone whisper. They're raspy voice is hard to understand.
I feel wet tears drip onto my hand and that's when I realize this person is holding my hand. My eyelids feel heavy.
"It's been two months." His voice cracks. "Our child needs you."
Two months? Child...?
My throat feels dry and soar.
My mouth forms the words I want to say but my throat is so dry I can't talk.
"Please..." I slowly open my eyes and I see a young man with brown messy hair resting his forehead on my hand.
He wipes his eyes and looks up at me. His eyes are a chocolate brown and there are black circles under his eyes.
He looks tired...
"Ethan?"
Ethan?
A glint of happiness appears in his eyes as he gently squeezes my hand.
"You're awake!" He says quietly but excited.
My mouth slightly opens as I say the words I've been meaning to say-
"Who are you?"
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Hazel
Romansa'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
