♡Happens for a reason♡e+g

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Ethan ran to his house forcefully grabbing the door knob and ripping his door open. He chucks all his belongings at the wall hitting a picture frame of himand Grayson. Ethan was kissing Grayson while smiling into the kiss as their mom captured the picture perfectly.

The picture breaks off its hinges and falls to the floor. Ethan slowly walks to the picture and looks down as it faces up towards him. He reaches down and grabs the slightly shattered frame. He balls up his fist and clenches his jaw. He connects his fist with the picture frame making glass fly everywhere.

"SHIT!" Ethan yells out in pain. He turns around and slides down the wall bringing his knees to hia chest. He rest his face in his knees as he sobs loudly thinking about all the events that happened that day.

*Earlier that day*

Ethan's P.O.V

Why did he have to do this to me? I never deserved any of this. Am I not good enough?

I remember our first like it was yesterday.

The song ride by SoMo playing in the background made it evidently perfect.

Take off those heels
Lay on my bed
Whisper dirty secerts while I'm pulling on your hair

He cups my cheeks as he kisses me passionately soon leaving soft, gentle kisses down my jaw line and down to my neck. Each kiss filled with love.

Poison in our veins
But we don't even care
Candles dripping from your body
Baby this ain't truth or dare

I slowly move my hands to the bottom of his shirt tugging it indicating him to take it off. He pulls away from the and rips his shirt off. He grabs my face and connects our lips again. It wasn't rough but gentle and sweet.

Everybody wonders where we run off to
My body on your body
Baby sticking like some glue
Naughty, let's get naughty
Girl it's only one or two
The fevers fucking running feel the that heat between us two

The rest of that night was a pure blur of remembrance.

But it all meant nothing. All the 'I love you's" meant nothing. All the times he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me was all lies. Nothing meant anything to him.

I gave him everything. My love, my trust, my soul, my virginity. He captured it all but I meant nothing to him.

His cruel words linger in my head making me sob louder than ever and my head throb in pain and sadness.

"I never loved you Ethan. You mean absolutely nothing to me. I love Anthony. Sorry." He says as Anthony  stands behind him smirking and crossing his arms.

I feel my eyes burn as I stand in front of him watching his eyes intensely. His words say one thing but his eyes say another. His words are saying "I never loved you." But his eyes show a sign of guilt.

He knows how hurt I am. He knows he broke my heart in five seconds with his five words. "I never loved you Ethan.

My breathing hitches while I try to let out a few words but they end up as quiet yet audible sobs. I manage to speak out a few words.

"I-I'm g-gonna g-go." I studder as I rip the ring Grayson gave me as a promise to always love one another and never leave each other's side, I rip the ring off my right ring finger and Chuck it at his chest.

I immediately turn around and walk away as I hear the diamond material of the ring hit the ground making a 'cling' noise.

"E-ethan." Grayson says before I cut him off by slamming the door. I go to the side of his house wanting to get all this sorrowful anger out. I throw all my stuff on the soaking wet grass while my hair begins to dampen as the clear raindrops hit my skin harshly.

More and more tears burn my skin blending in with the calm yet extravagant raindrops also coming in contact with my skin. I stare blankly at the what looks like a brick wall. It's hard to make out anything I make eye contact with because of the wet tears blurring my vision.

I blink and let more tears fall as I clench my jaw and bundle up my fist already about to hit the wall. I swing using all the force I had built in my body. My knuckles throbbed in pure pain as I continued to hit the wall using all my force and strength.

My cries evident with every punch. My fist now covered in red fresh blood as more extracts from my knuckles with every hit. Maybe I really did deserve this.

I mean, everything happens for a reason.

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Well this is depressing.

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