D.T. Imagines

Break up; part 2

Ethan:

You woke up, your face feeling crusty from the sleep and tears intermingling with each other on your not so much appealing face at the moment. It had been 2 weeks since you last saw Ethan, and you don't know how you could have ever broken it off with him. You missed him so badly.

You never even called that Dave guy back, no matter how many times he tried calling you. You blocked him and unfriended him on any social media you had, had him on.

You slowly got up, still holding Ethan's pillow tightly to your chest, your swollen eyes closing shut as you inhaled it. The faint scent of Ethan's hair and aftershave still remained on the mere object, reminding you of your bad choices and decisions. It took you a week to realise that the mistake you made was going to be forever fatal, and you would never get him back.

You haven't heard news from him or anyone yet. The only thing you've heard was a few missed calls from Grayson and a voicemail.

You didn't bother listening to it, still too sad and scared to hear what it had to say.

As you ,are your way to your bathroom, you slowly peeled off your clothes, turning on the shower to warm, taking your hair out of your messy bun. You stood there, staring at your naked self in the mirror. You looked away, tears threatening to spill at the sight of you and you just let out a loud, gut wrenching sigh.

You stepped into the shower, letting the water run over your fragile body.

You shampooed and conditioned your hair, being your daily routine even when you were with Ethan. Ethan...

God you missed that boy so much.

As soon as you got out of the shower, you went over to your dresser, quickly pulling out one of Ethan's Star Wars shirts and a pair of your short shorts.

You dried your hair, tangled strands falling around your face and tickling your shoulders. You started to gently comb into it with your light pink brush, watching as your hair began to become straighter and not as knotty anymore.

Before you could finish, a loud knock startled you fro, downstairs. You weren't in the mood to see anyone, so you decided to just ignore it for the time being. A few more minutes went on and the knocking didn't stop. The pounding of the door kept erupting and ringing throughout your house.

You let out an angry sigh, getting off of the chair and walking out of your room.
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You jogged down the stairs, the knocking not seeming to be ceasing any time soon.

"For Gods sakes, yes, I'm here-"

You abruptly stopped, eyes wide open as your stared deep into the dark eyes of your ex lover.

To say that he looked horrible would be an understatement.

He looked... exhausted.

He had dark circles under both of his usually bright eyes, now dull with half-hearted brokenness. His cheek bones were even more prominent now, showing signs of him not eating more sleeping. His hair was messy, looking greasy and as if it hadn't been washed in weeks.

"Ethan?" You whispered, shock evident in your eyes as he stared you down intently.

"I-I." You began, being cut off by the engulfment of the dark haired boy.