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[EPILOGUE] : DAMN YOU, FATE & DESTINY.

[7 YEARS LATER] ETHAN IS 29 AND BRITNEY IS 28

ETHAN DOLAN

I WAS A DRUNK. i drank my days out from there on out. when she left me. i never left the couch or my apartment. correction, I still don't.

i felt as if I was exaggerating but my heart really was broken. actually it was a sad excuse for a heart. it was a black, saggy piece of organ that would thump occasionally.

imagine seeing the girl of your dreams cry over your wrongdoings. it fucking sucked. to see her crying as your last image of her face, her beautiful face.

after she left me, i kept fucking her sad excuse of  a sister just to hopefully fill the gawping gap in my heart. Rebecca's face was thankfully similar to Britney's but it wasn't as beautiful.

it wasn't as uplifting. the blonde hair and the smaller figure distracted me at times but I had to continue, just to hopefully not spend my nights crying alone.

we weren't in a relationship. even thinking if we were, made my skin crawl. she wanted us to be in one though but i knew she didn't like me. she just wanted to be like Britney as much as possible.

eventually, she knew that what we had was disgusting and wrong. she explained that she had to reconcile her relationship with her family.

she called me after that, crying that everyone hated her and she couldn't go back to her family but I didn't care.

i just wanted Britney.

i've called Britney many times but she never answered, and eventually she changed her number.

i visited her apartment but she was never there or answered. she moved and I was pathetic enough to rant to her non existence, outside of her apartment, crying. pathetic huh?

she's still a model, I'm guessing. i've seen her on some Victoria Secret billboard and almost started crying at it, in public.

i don't know where she was but I only had one connection and it was Grayson. Grayson became friends with her through some distant people and now they're best friends but he still won't fucking let me speak to her.

i'm guessing she lives in Alaska but the last time i checked her Instagram, before she blocked me, she was in Pennsylvania- her home state.

i heard her laugh in the background one time when i called him and she sounded so happy. fuck.

speaking of the devil, Grayson was ringing me.

"yo, what's up." his deep voice comes through the speaker and i sigh. i haven't seen him in a while after he moved to Alaska.

"nothing much, i'm a little tired. might go to the store though and pick up some shit."

"oh that's cool." he mutters and there's an awkward silence. ugh.

"why did you call? you never call."

"i'm just checking on my bro, is that too much to do?" he chuckles but there's nervousness behind it.

"oh suck a dick, Grayson. why did you call?" i feel my frustration rising as my words become short and snippy.