I wake up to unfamiliar surroundings, in a bed that does not belong to me wearing clothes that are not mine. Slowly, I pull away the crisp white sheets from around my body and begin to walk down the corridor into a room which I think is the kitchen. "Morning." I hear a voice, I take a seat on the stool beside me, "hey," I smile awkwardly, twiddling with my fingers, "look I'm really sorry abou-" before I can continue he interrupts me, "don't apologise, it's fine." I shake my head in disagreement before saying, "no, it's not fine at all," I see his lips part getting ready to say something, "please just let me speak?" I plead as he leans back in his seat, giving in to me. "I don't know why I'm about to tell you this, it makes no sense, but for some reason I trust you and so there's something I want you to know." Slowly I lift up my head and connect his eyes with my own. I can tell he's listening to me. "I get these... moods, and they fill me up with anger. They make me say and do things that I know are wrong and that I shouldn't do but I have no control over it whatsoever. That's what happened yesterday and I can't apologise enough. My names Dana, Dana Rose Moran, and I'm completely broken beyond repair." A tear rolls down my right cheek, I can taste the salt in my mouth. I slide of of the stool in which I was sat on and begin to walk away, that's when I feel him stood behind me, his body heat radiating against mine, "it's okay," he says softly as he turns me around to face him, our bodies inches apart. My breathing begins to hitch, it's intimidating how close he is to me. "We're all broken Dana Rose, some people are just better at hiding it than others." He places his fingers underneath my chin to lift my head up to his. He might be saying this now but he hasn't seen me at my worst, I'm no good for him, no good for anyone, if I don't hurt him I'll end up hurting myself. "I should go." I whisper unable to find the right words. I'm about to pull away when I feel him crash his lips against mine, they're soft and sweet, unlike I could ever be. "Stay," he speaks up, "it's not just you Dana Rose, I'm damaged beyond help but there's something about you that's pulling me in and I can't get enough of it, enough of you." I stare deep into his eyes, "you think you're just like me?" I question in disbelief, he begins to laugh a little, "no Dana Rose, I'm much worse than you." Unable to understand where he's coming from I immediately fire back, "what makes you think that?" I lean forward unsure as to what he'll reply, "I killed a man yesterday, that's pretty messed up don't you think?" I begin to laugh, I can't help myself, "what's so funny?" He asks me, trying to keep a straight face himself, "yeah but you had a reason to do that, you said you'd been looking for him for some time." I try to reason, still laughing. He nods his head slowly as he takes ahold of my arm, leading me to the sofa, "you make me laugh Dana Rose, come with me still, please don't say no" A small smile appears across my face, "okay fine," I speak up, "I'll still come with you, but tell me, where are we right now?" I ask this with genuine interest. "We're at my friend Jacks place," he says laughing as we walk out the door, "and my name is Ethan by the the way."
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-Lori xoxo
