it feels great not to write smut. i feel more in touch with god now.
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ethan sighs as he sits down. "we can't do this."
"can't or won't?" you ask.
"were not in love anymore, y/n! we're both 24 and looking for ways to love each other! this isn't love! this isn't anything! you don't love me and i don't love you! why are we still trying to convince ourselves that we're in love?" he yelled while furiously pulling at his hair. he stood and began to pack his clothes.
"i do love you, ethan," you whispered. his hands stopped from packing as he crouched down in front of you and spoke.
"look me in the eyes, y/n, and tell me you love me." your eyes stared into his brown green eyes. your mouth opened and shut like a fish needing water, you stayed silent. "that's what i thought," he spoke sadly as he packed his bags with a small tear leaving his eye.
"im sorry," you spoke with tears running down you face. you had to turn away so he couldn't see you.
you sat at the window watching ethan as he put his suitcases into his car with tears running down your eyes. all you could think of was: where did everything go wrong?
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Ethan Dolan Imagines
Fiksi Penggemar[ highest ranking #11 in fanfiction ] in which i write about my dreams that'll never come true and give feelings you never want to feel. (i write interracial too, us brown girls need loving too.)
