I hold the necklace tight in my hands as my tears roll down my cheeks. I close my eyes and a smile creeps onto my lips. I hold the necklace and note toward my chest and I smile through the tears that were falling onto the car seat. I hold onto the memories as they flood back into my head. I put my earphones in and I play Invisible, remembering the boy I had fallen so deeply in love with. Hoping that I could run back to him and relive everything again.
Ethan's P.O.V
I was parked at the playground listening to quiet music as I held the English notes in my hand. My head was spinning as I cried in my car. Holding onto the thought of her and I being together. I knew that it had to be like this. I knew she would be better off without me in her life. But I sat there crying for what felt like hours.
I started the car, heading home. My eyes on the road as I thought about her and remembering the way she felt in my arms. I drove pass school, I drove down the road where she used to walk home. I smile at the thought of her. I smile as I remember the way her eyes would crinkled whenever she smiled, or when she would groan whenever she hears one of her one hundred favorite songs. I smile at the thought of us dancing on that warm fucking carpet that felt like home. I smiled. I smiled the whole entire way home, knowing that she was going to be happy and that made me happy.
I knew she would do well, I knew she would achieve everything she wanted to achieve, I knew she will be successful and I loved the thought of it. I will always think about the nights where I felt lonely and sad, and she took it all away. She had fixed the monster I was. I am not a fuck up. I am more. I fell in love with her. I fell in love with the quiet girl who sat at the back and who never spoke a word. And I guess I owe it all to Mr Smith. I hope she lives the life she deserves and I hope she never regrets the sad, angry, lonely boy she had tutored. Because I know damn fucking well, that I would never regret her.
The end.
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Toxic. (Ethan Dolan.)
Fiksi Penggemar"Where do you think you're going?" He growled gripping onto my hand. "You don't own me!" "I didn't say you could leave." He spat.
