easy | e. dolan

14. - i guess

"now i wanna take it off, romeo." i lied. i liked the thought that ethan and i had the same tattoo. i just had to act tough.

"you can't, aviana. i'm sorry." i looked down in disappointment.

"okay." i huffed.

"guys, can i talk to her alone?" ethan asked. his words slightly caught me off guard.

"s-sure." romeo and grayson exited the room, leaving ethan and i alone.

"i feel like you never loved me, avi." ethan's voice cracked. "did you?"

"i did, ethan," i start, "and even though that you're the reason why i hate myself, i still love you. even though you hurt me constantly. but that's okay, right? i guess." my eyes glossed as i stared into his light brown eyes.

"aviana, i love you. it's clear that this isn't official, but please, stay with me." ethan got out.

"if you loved me then you wouldn't yell at me to get out of your face." i quickly rubbed my eye.

"i was upset. i just wanted to protect you."

"but we weren't even official yet you still acted like i was yours. like your own property." i cleared my throat.

"yet i'm a woman who has free rights. i'm allowed to vote, i'm allowed to drink and smoke, and i'm allowed to go to jail. it's not like i would have a reason to do either of those things...

"and i want you to be mine, and i want to be yours. if you're going to protect me, then do it. but never, never go far enough to the point where you almost kill my brother. james is a dick, i know. but i don't want him dead because then my family would blame me, or even worse.. you."

"do you miss the memories?" he finally asked.

"i don't miss the memories." i start, seeing his face completely drop,"i miss you."

"i miss you too."

"then why am i not yours?" i almost shouted.

"because i fucked up!" he said a little louder than me.

"but why haven't you apologized yet?!" i yelled, and it completely caught ethan off guard.

"because i can't live without you!" ethan screams, standing up all the way.

"then why aren't you dead yet! why're you still breathing!" i screamed, making hand motions.

"i don't know! maybe because you're still alive!" he screamed, then punching the grey wall. the hole was large, and his muscles were bold as fuck.

his knuckles were swollen, but i wasn't scared of the picture in front of me.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that."

"don't apologize for breaking the wall. in fact, i couldn't care less for you to break that wall. apologize for breaking my heart." and with that, i left the tattoo shop.
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