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“I can’t do this anymore,” Ethan whispers, his head down, “It seems that all you ever do is work. And… We don’t talk. Not like we used to.”
You shake your vigorously, tears falling from your eyes. “I love you and I’m sorry… I didn’t know you… I just… Just… Stay. Please… Please don’t go?” you plead, trying to grab his hand.
He pushes you away gently, turns around, and starts walking, ignoring your cries; your attempts to pull him back to where he belonged with you.
You call his name and watch helplessly as he approaches a tall, beautiful girl with dark hair and grey eyes that reflect everything, and takes her by the hand, pulling her away into a non-existent sunset. No longer strong enough to hold yourself up, your knees collapse underneath you and you’re left there, left alone by the only person you’ve ever truly loved with all of your heart…
Your body then begins to shake uncontrollably. You need to do something; move, speak, breathe… Anything, but when you tried, you could only hear a voice in your head repeating your name over and over, “Y/N… Y/N…”
You couldn’t quite place the voice until you realized…
“Y/N, Ever, please wake up. You’re scaring me.”
You bolt upright and your eyes dart around the room quickly looking for the source of the voice you heard. Your blurry sight then settles on the dark figure next to you, and you all but throw yourself into his arms sobbing. “I’m so sorry, Ethan… I don’t want you to leave. Please… Don’t… Leave…” you’re still in hysterics and can barely even understand what you’re saying yourself, but continue rambling apologies anyway, “I’ll stop working so much, and we’ll talk, and… And… I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be angry. I don’t… I don’t want you to go… If you leave, I do-don’t know what I’d do… And I’m sorry I can’t be her, Ethan… I’m so, so sorry… I just—”
You almost start hyperventilating, but your breathing slows down immensely when your boyfriend of three years, Ethan, squeezes you to him and strokes your hair soothingly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, “Shh… It’s okay, Ever… I’m here and I’ll always be right here… ForEver, right? I promised you forever, and that’s what I’m going to give you. Just stop crying, okay? Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to play the role of a nosy pepper and get jalapeno business. What happened?”
You couldn’t help the mucus-y giggle that escaped you before you pushed yourself back a little so you could look at Ethan as you explained the nightmare you had.
“Pause for a moment,” he whispers randomly. Ethan picks you up and moves you so you were no longer on his lap, but instead in the rolling computer chair sitting at his desk. He then proceeds to wrap up the entire chair with the ginormous comforter that once covered the bed like a giant, inedible human-blanket-chair sushi roll, and rolls you down the short hallway, through the living room, and into “dining area” right in front of the kitchen. Confused, you say nothing, letting him continue with whatever mission he was on.
It wasn’t until he pulled out some cocoa powder, sugar, milk, and two mugs that you realized what he was doing. Ethan then proceeds to make the home-made hot cocoa in silence, topping it with a mountain of whipped cream and a pinch of sprinkled cinnamon… Just the way you liked it.
He sits across from you and takes a sip of his warm drink, leaving a huge dollop of cream on the tip of his nose, whilst you hugged the mug to your chest after you freed your arms from the cocoon he created.
Ethan nods at you, signalling for you to finish the last couple sentences which you hadn’t managed to get out before. “…and then right before I woke up, I just couldn’t move; I was tripping over my words, my head was spinning, and my heart was racing.”
“Sounds like the Olympics this year were one h*ll of a mess,” the brown-haired boy giggles, trying to lighten the mood. It worked. Probably a little too well. For the next three minutes, you scooted the chair back and forth—side to side with laughter. Maybe it was because you were still slightly hysterical, or because you’d only gotten a few hours of sleep… Maybe it could’ve been the fact that you found what he said to actually be funny—not likely, but also not impossible—or it had something to do with the whipped cream that still sat atop his nose… You didn’t know for sure, but one thing was certain as you lay in his arms whilst he hummed the tune of “You Are My Sunshine” into your ear, slightly off key; he was here, with you, and you were with him, which was all either of you ever needed and ever will need.
