"and where the fuck do you think you're going, princess?" ethan yells from behind me, catching up. he grabbed my wrist and faced me.
"let go of me," i started. he immediately did and two of his fingers reached my chin and made me look at him.
he looked into my eyes and leaned in. and i swear to god, in that moment, i almost fell for him again. almost.
i moved back and slapped him. he gasped and held his cheek in his hand as he looked at me with sadness and anger in his eyes.
"tell me what the fuck do you want, ethan!" i shouted at the top of my lungs. "i'll get out of your life if you want, just tell me!"
ethan looked down, now trying to grab my hand and when he did, "i want you to stay," was heard.
"then prove it, ethan! fucking act like you want me to because," i laughed humourlessly. "actions speak louder than words and you're screaming i don't want you anymore."
at first, it was a shout but as the words came out, my voice slowly turned into a whisper. and at the same time, ethan's hand slowly let go of mine.
