I need to talk to you. Come down to our spot?
My heart started racing at a million miles per minute when I received that text.
I need to talk...
That was what usually came before a break-up. And that would be followed by an 'it's not you, it's me' excuse.
I started recalling the past few days, trying to think about where something had gone wrong. The most recent was the argument we had in the morning about which side of the bed I get. The more intense one was he feared I was also becoming a workaholic like my father. But, I had that under control.
I was on a frickin' vacation with him.
I grabbed my phone and fixed myself quickly in the mirror. I put on my sunglasses as I stepped outside. If I was going to cry, I'd do it with some dignity.
I took off my sandals as I got on the beach since they would make it super uncomfortable to walk.
Ethan and I were on a joint holiday with Vanessa and Aiden (and their kids) at our hotel. The same hotel where Vanessa and Aiden got married. The same hotel that got us together.
It would be wrong of him to break up with me here, surely.
Aiden and Vanessa had decided to have a day to themselves and Ethan and I volunteered to watch the kids while they relaxed for a while. Ethan had taken them down to the beach since they were getting bored inside.
I smiled a little as I walked past all the memories we had built in this place in such a short period of time. So much had happened here and I was still grateful for that one week that changed my life. Except for my dad.
It had been over a year and a half but the wound was still fresh in my brain. It took a lot of therapy to finally find a way to cope with it and it was only convenient that the thing that made it all seem better was Ethan.
We had also been going strong for over a year and a half, according to me at least. Being with him was like being on a rollercoaster. It was always hard to tell how far up you were going and just how bad the fall would be. But, either way, he would still be holding my hand as something went downhill.
He had practically taken over his father's company since his dad had gone on a cruise with his new girlfriend that was younger than Ethan. I hadn't expected Mr Reed to be one of those divorced men but I didn't want to judge him if he was happy.
"Char!" Ethan shouted at me from where he was standing.
He was wearing a solemn expression and I licked my lips in anticipation of what would happen next. I wanted to stop being a pessimist but it was a strange time to be calling me over to talk. As I looked at him, the kids were missing and I wanted to ask him where they were but couldn't find my mouth forming any words.
He smiled a little as I approached him, tucking a flying piece of hair behind my ear.
"Can we take a walk?" He said and I nodded, still not trusting my mouth to form proper words.
He grabbed my hand as we started walking and my heart calmed down a little. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.
"So, I've been thinking..." He started and I tried to make eye contact with him but he wasn't looking at me. Instead, he had his eyes planted on a spot on his feet.
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