Dead Lover | Ethma

Chapter 1

~EMMA CHAMBERLAIN POV~

Short of breath, I sprinted down the hallways of the hospital, not taking a break until I reached B11.  Opening the door, I braced myself for what I was about to see.  It broke my heart, seeing the man I loved in so much pain.  He was obviously trying not to show it for my sake, but I could see right through his charade.
     "Emma," he spoke.  Ethan's voice was strained, conveying his pain.  "If you lose me...you have to move on.  It's what I'd want you to do."
     Tears spilling out of my eyes, I replied, "E, you know I could never do that.  As hard as I'll try, we both know I could never find someone else.  You're the one, Ethan."
     He gave a weak smile.  We shared a long, lingering kiss.
     "Em," he said softly.  "I love you."  With that, he closed his eyes and his monitor went flat.

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I woke up, my heart racing. Ethan Dolan had died two years ago, and ever since then I've had a dream about it every night, except the way he died was always different. The actual way he died, though, was much worse than that...

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I woke up with a few texts from Ethan, telling me he loved me. I wasn't suspicious, however, because he always texted me that every morning. Then I received a text saying that if he ever died he would want me to move on. That sent a sharp pain through me, thinking about him dying. Grabbing my bag, I raced to the car and drove to the Dolans' house.
My heart jumped out of my body when I saw the police cars and caution tape surrounding it. I sprinted to the house, trying to get in, but two policemen held me back.
"WHERE IS ETHAN," I screamed. "WHERE ARE ETHAN AND GRAYSON?!" The two policemen stared at me sympathetically.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I need you to leave the property." One of them said.
Hot tears started pouring down my face. "Where. Is. My. Boyfriend."
The other policeman gulped nervously. "You need to leave. They've disappeared and we suspect that there was a murder involved."

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The week following the Dolan Twins' deaths, they held a funeral. It was a cold case and no bodies were found, so I couldn't say my final goodbyes to two of the most important boys in my life. The investigators never figured out the cause of the death; all they knew was that one day the Dolans went missing and never came back.
Realizing it was already 7 am, I shook out of my trance. I needed to get filming before 8, so I quickly got ready and made breakfast.
Today I was filming an updated coffee recipe, then comparing it to Philz, since so many people had requested it. I set up all of my "expert chef/barista tools". Turning on the camera, I quickly got into place and into filming.

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About halfway through my filming, my doorbell rang.
"That must be the Philz coffee!" I exclaimed. Rushing to the door with my camera in hand, I quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open.
Realizing who it was, my eyes widened and my breath stopped. No, it wasn't Philz. It wasn't a fan.
It was the love of my life who died two years ago. Ethan Dolan.
Then I passed out cold.

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A/N: Is this too short? I don't know. But I hope you like this so far!