Pray // 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

Ledge Legend

Evelyn

Happier was blasting from my BOSE speaker that evening. I had about 100 missed calls from Ethan.

I rolled my eyes and felt irritated by the mere thought of the tall, dark, mysterious boy I used to love.

My phone lit up and I glanced over at it. It was a text.

Ethan: Open up your window.

I groaned, walking up to the window and pulling the curtains closed.

Ethan: Keke, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you'll never ever leave from beside me...

I fought the urge to laugh at his suckish recreation of the In My Feelings music video.

I stayed put on my bed, turning the music up even louder.

Suddenly, I heard a tap on the window and rushed over to it.

There, hanging dangerously from its ledge was Ethan, a blank look on his face.

"Let me in." He said.

"No way."

He removed a hand from the ledge.

"Do you really want suicide taking place on your lawn?"

"If it's your death, yes. Definitely yes."

He's hanging by three fingers at this point.

I sighed and opened up the window, bracing myself for the worst.

There was a strange silence looming in the eerie atmosphere as he plopped himself on the edge of my bed.

"Evelyn Velasquez, we need to talk." He said.

I sighed, staring wistfully at the window ledge.

"Well, you don't leave me with much of a choice..."