lies//ethan dolan

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-lily-

ethan

I pick up the phone and try to hide my shaky breathing, "E-ethan?"

I hear Ethan breath out, "yes, yes, it's me.." He pauses for a few seconds, "How are you?"

"I'm f-" I was going to lie. Honestly, I've been feeling shit, the thoughts coming back more and quicker than before. I feel suffocated. Like you are in a pool, but you're drowing, but no one can see you. I decide not too, "Been better.."

Ethan sighs, "May I see you please?" He sounds desperate.

"I-i guess." And soon, he hangs up.

-

knock knock

I get up and wipe my eyes before opening the door. There stands a tall boy. His hair messier than usual. He's wearing black adidas sweatpants and a white muscle tee that shows his muscles. He looks good.

I nod as my way to greet him. Also moving out of the way so he has a way to entre the apartment. He takes a glace around the lounge. Probably noticing it's a little messier than usual. I decide to comment,

"Sorry about the mess. I-uh, I haven't been motivated," I lightly chuckle, "Seems as if my grandmother hasn't been motivated either." He smiles slightly.

"Let's talk." Those two words I've been dreading.

I nod and head to my door, him following.

He sits at the edge of my bed. Me mimicking his actions.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" He asks in a soft voice.