ethan dragged you into the peaceful forest. it was quiet and you were happy to be there with ethan.
you started walking around trees and looking at things, not paying attention to ethan.
you felt a cold hard substance hit your arm.
you turned and looked at ethan, your mouth hung open.
"hey, you little bitch!" you laughed, scooping up a handful of mud and throwing it at ethan.
he laughed and chased you around with handfuls of mud. you two continued to chase each other, throwing mud and each other, and laughing.
ethan hit you in the back with mud, causing you to trip over a stick and fall. you laughed and fell on your back. ethan fell in top of you, with a smile on his face.
he stared at you for a few seconds, with a smile on his face, admiring your looks.
he leaned his head down, placing his lips on yours.
he pulled away, looking at you.
"i love you." he whispered. "i love you too." you whispered.
he continued staring at you. you scooped up a handful of mud and smushed it into his face.
you laughed, as he did the same. he wiped the mud off his face and wiped it on yours.
you laughed. he wiped the mud off your mouth and kissed you one more time.
when he pulled away and chuckled.
his smile disappeared and he stared at the ground. you sat up.
"are you okay?" you asked, placing your hand on his.
he looked at you. "i'm scared, (y/n). i'm scared to die. i'm sixteen, there's so many things that i'm never gonna be able to do. i've lived here my whole life. i'm never gonna be able to travel the world and go places. i'm never gonna have my own house or- or get married. or have kids." ethan said.
"you don't know that, ethan." you said.
"but i do. the doctors said i'm not gonna live past nineteen. my parents are spending all the money they have on all these medicinal bills and hospital bills and it's a lot. my moms working extra hours and i feel awful. they're just wasting their money. i'll be dead soon and it will all be worth shit."
"why do you this? why do you feel bad for yourself? it's like you're just waiting for death, ethan."
"but i'm not. (y/n) i'm terrified. i don't want to die, what's gonna happen? everyone's gonna live their lives on without me, and i'll- i'll be dead," he cried. he put his head in his hands. "i don't want to be dead." he cried.
you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into your embrace. he sobbed and buried his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.
he held on tight, as if he was going to get taken away.
"it's okay. don't cry. please don't cry." you said rubbing his back.
he pulled away. you wiped the tears off his cheeks.
"i wanna go home." he choked out. you nodded and stood up, grabbing his hand. it had began to get dark out so you decided to just go home as well.
you two walked to the car, silently.
"we never looked at what you wanted to show me." you said.
"doesn't matter. it's gone anyways. just like i'm gonna be." he mumbled. you had taken just about enough. you had told him to stop talking about death, not more than ten minutes ago.
"are you kidding me? ethan, i told you to stop talking like that ten minutes ago, and i'm sick of it! i don't want to yell at you, but i can't help it. i'm serious ethan. if you don't stop, fucking talking about your death, than i'm gonna leave. i don't want you to die just as much as you don't, but like you said, there's nothing we can do about it." you said angrily.
you reached the car and got in. you started the car and waited for ethan to get in. he got into the passenger side and sighed.
he looked at you with puppy eyes.
"i'm sorry. it's, just- when i make jokes out of it, it makes me less sad. i'll try not to do it anymore." he said. you looked down and your lap, fiddling with your fingers.
"you wouldn't actually leave, would you?" he asked. you looked at him.
"of course not." you said.
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you pulled into ethans drive way, and you both got out. you walked up to the front door, only to have it opened my lisa. she looked at each of you.
"oh my god, no you aren't coming inside go hose off in the back yard, gosh you'll be tracking mud in for days." she said.
you and ethan laughed and went in the back yard, spraying each other off with the hose. lisa brought you towels and you dried off inside.
"i'm gonna go change upstairs. i'll be right back." ethan said. you heard him walk upstairs, by his footsteps stopped.
you then heard multiple loud crashes. you got up from the couch walking over to the stairs.
your eyes went wide, as you seen ethan's body laying at the bottom of the steps.
"oh my god! ethan!" you yelled. "lisa!" you yelled. lisa came ran into the living room. she immediately called 911.
you held ethan in your arms, check for a pulse. you were too shooken up to comprehend what was happening.
soon the ambulance arrived, taking ethan away. they wouldn't let you ride with. you cried, begging them to let you, but they took him away before you say goodbye.
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part three😏
