In Paris (Under Major Editing)

Chapter Fifty-Eight

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FIFTY-EIGHT. ETHAN'S P.O.V.

 

I feel like I’m too late.

 

I’m too late to go here, fix things and be there for her. I mean she had friends, a family and a new guy in her life. She doesn’t need me anymore. But why does she look so…. Depressed? I know a part of it was because of her mother but is there other reasons? Well, I like to consider myself as a part of it too. They keep on saying that she got a lot on her damn plate but they didn’t tell me what exactly it is.

 

Jayson. I know that he’s my friend but seeing him so close to Bree like they have something special towards each other, makes my blood boil. If he’s going to comfort her, why did he has to put his hands in her cheeks and their faces was only inches away? Is that a way to comfort a friend? I don’t think so.

 

I shouldn’t have been there in the first place. I was strolling around Seattle, just to think of her and looked at how busy the city was. I know I already came here but I’d rather entertained myself than be miserable in the hotel I was living in for a while.

 

Everything in my life was miserable when she’s gone.

 

The moment I finally saw her three days ago, makes me want to hugged her so tight and kiss her like there’s no tomorrow. I know it sounds cliché but that’s what I felt. Her terrified face when she saw me feels like a hundred stabbed in my chest. She doesn’t want to see me. And I can’t bear to ignore the pain.

 

When I grabbed her wrist and she winced in pain, confusion conquered my eyes first. I know to myself that I touched her was like holding a fragile material. Then realization hits me when I feel some rough scratches on her wrist.

 

She is self harming. My Bree is self harming.

 

I know she’s hurt and broken but I never thought how so much it was. I wish I washed it all away, like removing a stain in a piece of fabric. But how can I even remove it when I was also a stain to her too?

 

“How are you feeling?” Roland interrupted my thoughts as he puts a cigarette between his lips.

 

“I don’t know, better I guess.” I said. We are in the smoking area in the fifth floor. I remember when I saw Jayson and Bree in the tenth floor hugging each other. Another set of pain and anger was in me.

 

“Did you smoke?” He asks.

 

“No.” To be specific, not anymore.

 

“Okay.” He paused. “You should understand Bree, she grown all furious towards you.”

 

“I know.”

 

“And you shouldn’t have attacked Jayson.”