seven | punch a wall, that'll help
ETHAN
SUNDAY | FIVE DRINKS
"Please leave your message after the tone."
"I regret a lot of things. I mainly regret not telling you how I felt about you before things went down. Maybe then, you would have been more likely to hear me out. I loved you. I still do. I cared so much for you, and I wanted to be more than your friend.
"I think if you knew that what I was doing was to protect you, you'd be more understanding. But I get it, your lack of information definitely does not help. I wish I could have told you. That would have made things worse in the moment, though."
Ethan's blood begins to boil when he thinks back to it, "Shit, this situation is so fucked up. Worst part is, I didn't ask for it. It's not like I even knew it was going to happen. One moment fucking changed everything and I lost you because of it."
He's grabbing at his hair, his jaw clenched. He wants to punch the wall, so he does. His fist goes through the first layer, but not deep enough to go completely through. His hand is numb, he knows if he wasn't drunk he'd feel otherwise.
"Fuck! Shit!"
The call ends.
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