Recovery {wRoNg sequel}

24

It had been 2 weeks. Then a month. Time was literally flying.

I hadn't seen Ethan in 3 weeks, mostly because we were so busy. I had university to think about and he had his channel. The warehouse took up most of his time between redecorating and filming.

I spent more time around Mike, he was the only one I'd told besides of course Sandra.

I hadn't told Ethan. I didn't want to and I didn't know why. Was I embarrassed? I mean he already knew my life was fucked up, I thought it couldn't get any worse, but then it did. When he asked I told him it was just about family gossip between my aunts and that it wasn't anything serious. He easily forget the issue.

I used to be able to tell Ethan everything, even things I hadn't told Sandra. Now, I just didn't know. I felt like a burden again.

He was happy again. He was doing what he loved with Gray and I didn't want to be the bad news that made him feel like shit. It wasn't his problem to deal with, it was mine.

I know he'd feel like he was obligated to care because he is my...okay I don't know what he is to me.

We never talked about it because we knew there wasn't an answer. Lover? Boyfriend? Soulmate? They didn't sound right. We accepted we were what we were and that was that, but could I live with that.

While I was battling with my thoughts, my phone buzzed and Ethan's name lit up on my screen. He wanted to FaceTime.

Speak of the devil or think of the devil?

"Hey babe." His voice was deeper than the fucking sea.

"Hey, what you up to?" I asked looking closely at his surroundings. He was laying in the warehouse on his purple coach.

"Nothing, wanna come over and catch up. I feel like I haven't seen you in decades." He said.

"Yeah, id like that." I told him and he replied with a bright smile.

"Okay, I'll come pick you up right now." He shuffled off the couch.

"Well damn let a bitch get ready." I dropped my phone on my bed and scrambled off my chair towards my wardrobe.

"You have 10 minutes."

I wasn't already dressed from running to the store earlier because my fatass needed a snack. All I needed was a clean top. I snatched a hoodie. His hoodie. Yes, I still kept them don't judge me.

Soon enough he arrived and I jumped in the car. I hadn't even looked at him, I was already engulfed in a hug. I inhaled his scent of cologne and the stubble on his face tickled my cheek. I missed this more than I realised. I held on tighter and his hands trailed down my spine.

"I've missed you." He mumbles into my neck.

"Ive missed you more." I replied smiling. I really needed this considering all the shit I've been through in the last few weeks. I loved feeling wanted by someone, Desired.

We let go after a few moments and he placed a kiss on my cheek before parting. Strangely I was normally used to it, but for some reason the kids lingered on my cheek for longer and I blushed for the first time in ages.

We got to his apartment and as he was unlocking the door excitement filled in my stomach because I thought I was gonna see Grayson again.

I rushed inside and looked around. It was almost the same, only with few different furniture.

"Where's gray?" I asked curiously.

"He's our doing shit, I don't even know." He replied.

"Cool, grab the icecream and let's go to your room." I instructed so we could do the usual. Talk about life and enjoy icecream.

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We talked and talked for almost 2 hours now. About life, about school, about his YouTube career.

He felt like his career wasn't real, not to him and he felt like he had more to offer to the world. I reminded him that he was doing something, that he was making people smile and bringing happiness. Even to me.

I considered telling him about me, but it would ruin the mood so I killed the idea.

"Ethan?"

He hummed in response.

"What do you see when you see me?" I asked.

It was an odd question that I'd heard from some movie, but I wanted to know what his response would be.

"I see bravery, courage, beauty. I see a girl who's world did nothing but constantly throw shit at her but she stayed strong throughout it all. I see a girl who's beauty could never be captured or destroyed and its pure and emitted from within. A girl I could love for the rest of my life."

His answer took me by surprise, like he'd been rehearsing it for a while almost. His words...they did something to me. No one had ever said something like that to me and I didn't know how to process it.

He was making me fall deeper and deeper. He knew what he was doing. It was working, he had me wrapped around his finger and I liked being there.

I sat up all of a sudden and so did he. He was now waiting for my response to his answer, but all I did was stare.

He was beautiful, the way his black hair was pushed back and his hazel eyes with the hint of green, although they couldn't been seen this this light, I knew it was there.

Everything in my body was screaming for me to inch closer to him. To touch him. To feel him. The question was, would I listen?