Chapter 30: Chapter 30

“Ethan…” I attempted to call his name when we dropped at his house. Rather than confronting me, he turned away and was about to leave when I ran up to him and embraced him from behind. He stiffened when our flesh had contact. I buried my face behind his back, and my tears were swelling up. My arms tightened around his rigid torso as my breathing hitched.

“E-Ethan, are you going to leave me again?” I sniffed when my nose clogged.

Now that he’s calm down, I needed to go against him. I have many questions that have needed a few answers. Why is he gone for that long? For what reason he’s massive killing again? My heart beat quickened when he held on to my arms, and his claws were caressing my skin. I expected he would turned around to confront me and tell me everything, but it was the opposite.

He let out an animalistic groan then pushed me away. The back of my head hit the wall behind me, making my vision hazy and my body numb because of the sudden impact. I attempted to get up and run, but he quickly held me on my neck, constraining me to look up into his famished eyes, desiring blood. His saliva dribbled and trickled down on my thighs.

“E-Ethan, I can’t breath!” I tried to get away from his grasp, but he didn’t let me. He held me up until my feet weren’t touching the ground anymore. My lips parted, trying to catch a little air when he howled, then lowered his face to mine.

“Stay out of my way! Stop destroying everything! You’re a distraction to my life!” he furiously pushed me once more on the wall. This time, I spit out a blood. I coughed various times until I couldn’t see clearly any longer. Before I could pass out, I looked at him straight into his eyes and then let out a warm smile.

“I-I’m sorry, Ethan, for destroying your life. The thought of you running away and not coming back s-scares me.” I told him with all my heart. It’s not about flowery words, and it’s not approximately saying these things to calm him. It’s because this is what I felt. I will not run into the woods, being chased by a sergeant by breaking a rule just for him.

I closed my eyes, expecting the moment he would snap my neck. I don’t care about dying anymore. All of us are coming to the point of it. A few want to end it early, and others enjoy each minute before tolerating their end. It’s one of the bravest things an individual could do, cause most people don’t want to pass on. It may occur in our heads, but we want the pain in our hearts to die, not our souls, not our bodies.

However, nothing happened. His breathing tranquil down, and he slowly let go of me. I dropped to the ground, almost lifeless and attempting to breathe in some air. I caressed my neck, trying to ease the pain. I steadily lifted my head to see Ethan sitting in the center. His hands are on his ears. From here, I can see them shaking appallingly. He’s muttering something beneath his breath as if he’s talking to somebody.

“T-this can’t be…” he mumbled. I can’t hear him at first. But when he let himself drop to the ground, embracing his body, that’s where he lost it.

“I’m sorry! I don't believe that it’s my fault! Believe me! I didn’t do it! I just wanted to be happy!”

He’s losing control of himself. I knew something was going on inside his head. Nevertheless, this shocked me to see him getting out of hand. I crept to him and grabbed both of his arms. He was crying as his tears kept on gushing down his cheeks. He’s still chanting something around his past that he didn’t mean to happen.

“Ethan! Snap out of it!” I was surprised when he embraced me so tight and buried his face in my chest. He was crying like a born child. It breaks my heart to see him in this mess. He presses my body between his arms, making my inner parts flip. He just wailed for almost an hour before he passed out from crying too much.

I let out a deep sigh in relief since everything was peacefully quiet. I looked down at him and caressed his cheeks. He grew thinner, and the dark circles underneath his eyes were inflated. Possibly, I ought to spare a few of my questions afterward when he’s back to his normal state. He’s in a chaotic condition. I needed to carry him to the bed, but he was heavier than me.

“I don’t know what happened to you, Ethan. Why did you leave, and why does it take you a month to come back.” I played with his hair. They are bedraggled, so I attempted to settle them for him.

“I don’t have any idea either of your past. I needed to know, but I can’t manage to see you get so broken.” a tear escaped, and I hurriedly wiped it out. I let down my face to kiss him on his forehead. He shifted in his place, his body getting cozier. I let out a warm smile and rested my head on the couch next to me. This day has been unpleasant for both of us. We ought to settle this thing between us, to form things less demanding and not complicated.

It’s difficult since we’re both groping about how we feel. In able to understand each other, we must know each other first. I closed my eyes and extended my body. I yawned. The languor is kicking in. I attempted to battle it, but it was no use, so I let myself float to rest. Before I lost consciousness, I felt a delicate thing brushing on my lips before my vision went dim.

I suppressed a groan when I felt something poking at my butt. I closed my eyes firmly, was prepared to slap it away when I remembered Ethan. Instinctively, my eyes widened spontaneously. I noticed I was on a bed. Ethan must have carried me here. I try to look for him, but his presence isn't there. My heart skipped a beat. Did he leave again?

I cleared out of the room and ran through the corridor, down to the staircase. I opened the door to the living room, was about to step out of the house when somebody coughed behind me. I froze on my spot and turned my head to look at the man who called my attention. He’s standing in the center, where he broke down last night. His brows are wrinkled while holding a spatula. He’s wearing an apron.

“Where are you going?” he asked, befuddled.

I didn’t say anything. He looks…okay now, unlike last night. I closed the entryway slowly and strolled up to him, not breaking any eye contact. When I stop in front of him, I attempted to reach for his cheeks. I’m glad he let me. His eyes never left my face, trying to inspect every corner of it.

"Ethan, you're here," I said happily. My vision was blurry because of the tears, but I shook them away. He's not wearing any shirt underneath the apron. I noticed his hair grew longer, making it difficult for me to look for his other eye that's covering up.

“I thought you were going to leave me again.” I looked down, embarrassed.

“You must be cooking something. Sorry for the commotion. I will get back upstairs-” I walked past him, but he held my wrist, stopping me from going upstairs. I look at him, and he’s glancing at me from the corner of his eyes.

He didn’t say anything for a minute before curving the corner of his lips. He’s letting out that alluring smile that made my inner parts somersault and my heartbeat accelerate. My knees were debilitated when he yanked me towards him. My face slammed on his muscular chest. I gulped the lump in my throat the slowly looked up at him.

“Let’s go eat breakfast, together.”

He leads me towards the kitchen. He motioned me to sit as he walked towards the frying pan, continuing what he was cooking. I’m speechless as I watch him from behind. He looks so carefree, like a loving husband cooking for his wife. My cheeks reddened at the thought.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, serving me a pancake. He sits in front of me, removing the apron and exposing his upper body. I gulped, trying not to look down.

“Ethan.”

He stopped eating then looked at me. When our eyes met, I slowly smiled at him. I have a genuine smile because I have never been so happy and contented with my life.

“I’m just happy you’re here with me, Ethan.”

I didn’t realize he dropped the spoon while gaping at me. He stood up on his seat, stridden the space between us, then crushed his lips on mine.