I'm just scared. Scared of looking the guy I love. Scared of what would happen if I lost him. Scared of every other beautiful guy he could choose.
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Grayson's P.O.V
Ethan and I have been together for a very long time now but he's been becoming very distant lately and it's worrying me. He's been coming home at late hours refusing to tell me where he's been. I cherish and hold on to the times we do have together which is not very often anymore.
"Ethan where are you going?" I ask as he grabs his keys and walks towards the front door. "Just out with friends. Don't worry about it." He says with no emotion visible in his voice.
"Um ok I guess." I say playing with my fingers looking down. He doesn't respond and simply walks out leaving me alone in our apartment.
*7 hours later*
It's about 2:00 in the morning and Ethan still hasn't come back. Not even a simple text or phone call telling me where his is. Empty communication just like always.
I've been binge watching Family Guy and eating pizza for the past seven hours waiting for Ethan to come back but he never did.
Fuck this shit.
I get up and throw the empty pizza box in the trash can and grab the remote turning off the TV making the light in the house decrease greatly.
I take one last look at the door and at the pictures on the wall. Pictures of Ethan and I fill one whole. We looked so happy, eyes so full of love and happiness.
What happened?
I roll my eyes and run to our shared bedroom flicking the lights off and climbing into our bed. Sleeping alone like usual.
This has been becoming a daily routine and I'm fucking done with it.
*Morning*
I wake up around 10:00 a.m hoping to see Ethan sleeping next to me but it never happened. He never came home. I grab my phone from the nightstand on the side of my bed and unplug it from the charger only to turn it on and find no text from him but other notifications from my many social media's.
Where the fuck is he?
I grip my phone in my hand and groan throwing my arms up to stretch. I yawn making my eyes water to a certain level that makes it look like I'm crying. I wipe my eyes and finally get out of bed.
I walk to the living and find unsurprising silence. Just another normal morning.
I go to the kitchen and see a white piece of paper on the counter. I pick it up and read it.
I'm sick of this. Bye grayson -E
Tears brim my eyes completely making my vision blurry.
Everyone I'm afraid of is coming into reality.
He left. No explanation. No goodbye. No communication. Just gone in a blink of an eye.
No wonder why he's been so distant.
He's gone.
Ha this is exactly 500 words. Lit
