ten | my liver hurts
ETHAN
FRIDAY | SEVEN DRINKS
"Please leave your message after the tone."
"Em," Ethan hiccups. "I had too much to drink. I should have stopped at five but I couldn't get the image of you pushing me away to stop."
Ethan is lying on the floor of his kitchen, basking in the brisk feeling of the tile. The liquor warmed his body.
"I just want this all to stop. I need to figure out a way for you to not hate me. That's gonna be hard, though." He whimpered, curling onto his side.
"My love for you outweighs your overwhelming hate towards me, I think. I just have to show you. I promise I'm not an asshole. Everything points to me that I am, but I really am not. The whole reason I'm in this mess is because I cared too much. Now look where caring has gotten me."
Ethan sighs, "Everything hurts. My head, my heart, probably my liver. But hey, at least alcohol numbs that feeling."
"I probably waited too long to try and fix things, hell—when it was safe I should have tried. I was dumb though, I thought it was better to wait. I just hope it's not too late. But better late than never, right?
"If I went on for years without telling you the truth, I think the guilt would kill me."
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Fanfiction❝ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❞ ❝ 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐭, 𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. ❞ the one where ethan and emma haven't talked in years and whenever ethan is...
