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"Well if you can't stand me anymore then maybe you should just leave!" I point to the front door, glass shattered and things thrown everywhere from the fight Ethan and I were having. "That sounds like a wonderful idea!" Ethan shouts back in a sarcastic, rude tone. He walks to the door, stepping around pillows and all kinds of fragile things once neatly placed on the shelves of our apartment. Once he reached the handle, he turns to face me. Anger still evident in his eyes. "We're done Y/N." Ethan says through gritted teeth. He slams the door, leaving me to deal with the horrific mess we made along with the horrific fight. A single tear falls from my eye. This isn't how it was supposed to go, this wasn't how it was supposed to end. It wasn't supposed to end at all. I walk upstairs deciding sleep is the best thing for me at the moment. I brush my teeth, and put on an old t shirt of Ethan's. And as soon as my head hit the pillow, all the emotion I had been holding in poured out. Let's just say I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next morning, I wake up in almost the same state I was in last night. Tired and exhausted. It was weird not waking up next to Ethan and feeling the warmth radiate off of his body. That made everything worse. I miss Ethan and it hasn't even been a full day since he left. I get up out of bed doing my regular morning routine in hopes to not just sulk about Ethan all morning. Just as I get into the kitchen to start making myself breakfast, I hear a ding on my phone indicating I got a text. It couldn't be Ethan. Could it? I was too afraid to flip the the phone around to see. This one text could be the difference between me dancing around the room, or breaking down in the middle of my kitchen crying. With a shaky hand, I turn over the phone and quickly read the text.
Ethan❤️😍: hey. I'm coming to get the rest of my stuff in an hour. If that's okay?
And just like that, tears start pouring out of my eyes. It's really over. The one thing I thought I would have forever is leaving me. All because of a stupid fight. But what was I going to do? It sounds like Ethan has already made up his mind on leaving, and after all I am the one who told him to leave. 20 minutes later, I'm sitting on the kitchen floor, drowning my feelings in the best breakfast I could think of. Rocky road ice cream. I stand up, deciding if Ethan was going to see me for the last time, I was going to at least look presentable. I wipe the remaining chocolate off my face and put on (outfit above) and slightly curl my hair. After that I, turn on the tv, trying to make it look casual for when Ethan shows up. Why am I so nervous? I dated the boy for a year and a half for petes sake?! ( why do I talk like an 80 year old lady?)
A few minutes later I hear a knock outside of the door and of course, Ethan is on the other side. I open the door and Ethan looks up from the ground. Staring at me like a little kid in a candy shop. "Hey." I say in an uncomfortable tone. Ethan doesn't respond just keeps looking at me. Only now he's biting his lip, trying to hold back tears. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't doing the same. "Hi. Mind if I come in?" He asks. His voice no where near as cheery as it usually is. "Y-yea. Sorry go ahead." I let him in and he slips past me, avoiding eye contact. "Man this is hard." I hear him mumble to himself as he walks to our once shared bedroom. I sit down on the couch, scrolling through my phone wanting to avoid Ethan seeing me cry. A few minutes pass, and Ethan is still in the room packing his things. Man, he's really leaving. About 15 more minutes pass and I am starting to get curious. Maybe I should go help him. The longer he stays the longer it is to hold back loud sobs. I walk in to the bedroom to ask Ethan if there is anything I could do to help him. But when I walk into the room, all I see is Ethan sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, with absolutely nothing packed in his bag.
"Ethan? You okay?" I ask knowing very well that he wasn't okay. He pokes his head up for a split second before dropping it down again and shaking his head. "I-I don't wanna go Y/N. I wanna be here with you. Please don't make me go." Ethan says walking up to me and playing with my fingers. I only now notice the tears on his face and running out of his eyes. "Ethan, of course I don't want you to go." I say pulling him into a hug. "B-but you told me to leave last night, a-and I didn't think you wanted me to come back. Ethan kisses my forehead. "Baby I was just mad. I didn't mean it. I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I love you." "Well I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me for life."
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Thank you for reading that terrible story. And now, a quote from my best friend. "I see why people smoke weed at concerts. It makes it much more fun. Not that I smoked weed or anything. I just understand it now. I didn't do anything."
