𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴

Your Trust

"I hate fighting with you, Ethan." I frown, it has been an hour since we fought about me hanging out with my friend, which was a boy.

"I know, baby. I really hate fighting with you." He clasps our hands together, as a tear escapes and it trickles down my cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Eth." I cry, he places both his hands on my face, forcing me to look at him. He wipes my tears with his thumbs with a smile.

"Don't be sorry. Please, don't cry it really hurts to see you crying." His voice cracks, he place a kiss on my forehead. I engulf him into a hug, sobbing on to his shoulders.

"But I got to do this, for the sake of this relationship." I part away from the hug, standing up. I felt Ethan follow me, I turn around to face him, he had tears running down my face but I force myself to keep strong.

"Please, don't do this." He pleads, walking closer to me but I backed away from him.

"Ethan, we need to take a break. We have been just fighting lately and I think you don't really trust me that much. Please understand this, I will always love you no matter what." I say, before walking out the house, the house we planned for years that we'll once decorate together for the family we will be expecting for the future.

At that moment, I realised I lost the man of my dreams. The man I loved for exactly 4 years and 7 months from now, the one that made me feel special, the one who made sure I was fine. He was the whole reason of my happiness and I just left him in our house; his face trickling down with tears, his feet glued to the floor.

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Tuesday, April 10, 2018