Sadness Hotline || Ethan Nestor x Reader

five

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING
SELF HARM SCARS

I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my keys and wallet. I took one last look in the mirror. I looked alright. I rolled up the sleeves of my sweater. I looked at the fading marks that were on my arms. I quickly rolled my sleeve down. This is supposed to be a good day. It is going to be a good day.

I got into my car and started driving to the restaurant.

When I pulled up to the restaurant, I looked in my rear-view mirror, and fixed up my makeup. I took a deep breath. I made a reservation for a certain table so Ethan should know where to go.

I walked to our reserved table. He was there. Ethan was there. I walked up to him taking deep breathes with each step.

"Hi, Y/n." Ethan looked up at me.

I exhaled one last time. "Hello, Ethan."