foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

twenty eight

song: i love you-billie eilish

i cant escape the way i love you,
i don't want to but i love you

| ETHAN'S POV |

i'm having trouble falling asleep, to say the least. not knowing what i'll dream next tends to block my mind from drifting off.

i forced myself to try and sleep, but nothing was working.

"fuck it." i practically jump out of bed, and begin towards my desk.

third drawer on the right, below the many notebooks, lays the journal.

i took it back to my bed, attempting to reread the many dreams i've written down.

sad, happy, thrilling, lustful.

i remember all of them, but the ones about eve will always be the most vivid.

i could read through these for hours, which i guess i did because i started at about 1am, it's now 2.

i close the journal carefully, putting it back in my desk. i lay my head back down on my pillow. my eyes slowly fall, begging for me to sleep, finally.

as sleep almost overtook me, the sound of tires from outside, echoed through my ears. my eyes shoot open to see bright lights, shining through my bedroom window.

my parents, they're finally back from work. took them long enough. without worry, i close my eyes yet again.

it takes but a few moments for me to realize that this car in fact isn't my parents'. the sudden few knocks on the front confirm this.

i sit up, squinting my eyes in confusion. i immediately grab my phone.

message to grayson

me: did you invite someone over?
read 2:03 AM

grayson: dude it's 2am

more knocks, louder this time.

grayson: what the fuck..

me: i'll go see what they want
read 2:05 AM

grayson: you dumbass

grayson: you're gonna get fucking stabbed

me: cause an axe murderer would definitely knock, grayson
read 2:06 AM

i remove the sheets from my body, grabbing a shirt, and throwing it on. my feet lightly tread across the floor as i open the door to my room, and begin down the stairs.

the front door grows closer and closer, when i finally reach it, i grabs the cold knob and turn it.

not really knowing what to expect, my heart goes crazy when i see eve, staring face to face with me on our front porch.

i smile at her, but it fades rather quickly due to her expression. her eyes, they're different. everything about her is off. tears treated down her face at a fast pace as she stood in the cold, wearing a black hoodie. my black hoodie.