The fall of our secrets

Chapter26

The lights turned on automatically, and we walked down a long corridor. Ethan stopped in front of a door and spoke for the first time today.

"Here is your room."

He turned around intending to leave me standing there. I grabbed his arm and forced myself to keep my voice gentle. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," He answered tersely.

"You are being immature, Ethan. I don't know what happened, but you must stop acting like that. I did nothing wrong, and I don't deserve this treatment." I was not a doormat, and he must understand it.

Ethan's green eyes softened a bit, and he faced me. "My mind is jumbled right now. I need some time alone to sort out the chaos inside. I promise you that tomorrow morning, I will explain everything."

I just nodded my head, letting him know I understood his words. I didn't wait for him to say anything else and entered the room. It was kept simple and bare of any decorations. It gave the impression that no one lived here.

I opened my suitcase, brought out my pyjamas, and headed to the shower. Tomorrow would be a new day, and I wouldn't think about it. It was time for me to relax a bit and let things flow as they are supposed to.

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Leaving your pillow in the morning must be the hardest thing humans do every morning. I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

Sometimes, I wonder what am I doing. Where am I heading?
To your doom!

My ever-helping inner self pointed out. I rolled my eyes and decided to get out of bed.

Taking care of my morning ritual, I changed into a pair of black jeans and a red hoodie. Deciding to leave my hair down, I exited the room.

Led by the aroma of delicious coffee, I went to the kitchen where Ethan was sitting at the head of the table eating his breakfast.

Once he noticed my presence, he gave me one of his special smiles. I instantly felt at ease and sat next to him.

"I see you are in a good mood this morning," I commented.

"I dreamt about you last night," Ethan said with a playful glint in his eyes.

"If you think flattery would get you out of trouble, you are sorely mistaken, mister," I said while wagging a stern finger in front of his face.

"A man must try." Ethan shrugged and got up to fix me a plate.

"You must try harder." I pretended to be serious which didn't bother Ethan who just laughed more at my expression.

We started eating in comfortable silence. Ethan didn't speak until I finished the last bit on my plate. "We need to talk."

"Finally someone remembered he can," I said sarcastically.

"You are not going to let it go, are you?" Ethan said with a raised eyebrow while he rinsed our plates.

I ignored his question and beat him to the living room. He sat next to me on the sofa and held my hand. Our gaze locked, and he said in a gentle voice. "I am sorry I acted coldly towards you, yesterday. Surely I have my reasons, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

I nodded my head and gave him a reassuring smile to let him know we were okay. "I know I am not one to talk, but please, don't let things accumulate inside you. You will burst and it can be on the wrong person. Not all persons are nice like me."

I finished teasingly which had the right effect as Ethan shook his head and ruffled my hair. "Now, tell me what is wrong?"

Ethan's expression turned from playful to serious. "We have the final mission."