"ethan," i groaned, as he lit another blunt in his fingertips.
"yes, my love?"
i grabbed his arm.
"please stop doing this."
he looked at me.
"doing what?"
i rolled my eyes.
"you know what i mean."
he looked at me again, and put the blunt to his mouth.
"why?"
"it's not good for you."
he puffed into the air and then said,
"it's not good for you to worry about me."
"god damn it, ethan! you're my fucking boyfriend! i'm allowed to worry about you."
he lifted up his sleeve to show me his arm.
"would you rather have me do this," he said, holding the blunt.
"or this?" he pointed at his scars.
cutting scars.
my heart sank to my stomach. he always brings this up whenever i nag him.
"ethan..."
"it's okay." he told me, taking another puff.
"it's not." i said quietly to myself.
"hey," he grabbed my face and turned it to look at me.
"i love you. never forget that."
he swallowed, and looked at me once more.
"no matter what happens, no matter what i do, or what you do, i want you to know you're the light of my life. you're my happiness."
he took my hands in his.
"you are the reason i'm alive."
i teared up a bit, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"i love you so so so so so much."
no matter what he does, i will always love him.
and i will do anything he wants me to.
that drives me crazy.
"god, you're so beautiful." i heard him mumble under his breath.
"you're my addiction, ethan."
"as to you, mi reina."
"why do you love me?"
he scoffs.
"why do i love you? y/n, there's a million reasons i love you. i love the way you laugh, i love the way you walk, i love the way you peek your head around the corner when i'm playing video games. i love your one crooked tooth on the left side of your mouth, i love the way your hair falls over your shoulders, i love your big ass ears. i love the way your brown eyes sparkle in the sunlight, but most of all,"
he grabs my face and starts stroking my cheek with his thumb, smiling.
"i love you."
"is that all?"
he smiles.
"well, i also love this blunt."
i roll my eyes at him.
"it's seriously not even that bad. take a hit."
"what? no."
"no balls."
i glare, as i say "fine." and take the blunt from him.
i inhale and blow out, and start coughing.
ethan starts laughing, and i realize it actually wasn't so bad.
"roll me one, ethan."
he looks surprised, but does it with no hesitation.
