“What’s the matter with you, Ethan? Why are you acting like this?”“Like what?” He asked, ignoring my comment and unbuttoning his shirt to change.“You... I don’t know. You seemed distant.” I said, clutching my hair in frustration.“We were never close in the first place.” He said and threw his shirt away. He went into his closet and came back with just one towel around his waist.“Ethan, you’re ignoring me.” I accused him.He gave me a tired look. “I’m exhausted, Skylar. I just want to shower and go to bed. Please let me take some rest. I have a long day tomorrow.”I stared at him for a few seconds before giving up. He sighed and walked into the washroom, closing the door with his feet. I shook my head and changed out of my clothes. My eyes lingered on that tattoo of his name on my back which I had when I was in high school. Although I had every reason to remove it, I couldn’t get myself to do it in these years.My make up artist did a great job at concealing them all these years whe
The news spread like a bombshell.Ethan left to work early in the morning before I even got the chance to meet him, so we couldn’t talk about how people took the news.All I knew about was a million likes and comments the post got on Instagram, and how our pictures were displayed on almost every website.Without my consent or knowledge, Ethan also uploaded a picture of me in high school which showed my tattoo along with the one taken yesterday. The news that we’ve been supposedly dating for seven years now was given proof.I also received thousands of messages from our friends, especially from Jen who almost had a fit knowing about our little stunt last night.I have ignored Jess’s calls for a long time but I had to talk to her at one point. She sounded mad but she was also pleased with the outcome. I’m not sure about all but a lot of people now believe that our love is real. I think the fact that I’ve had the tattoo for seven years now proofs that we were together all the while.But
I couldn’t make it to the after-party.I loved watching the movie not because it was my own, but because it genuinely felt good. But I also can’t trust my own opinion on this because my mind can be biased in a situation like this.But I loved watching Zac on screen more than I liked watching myself. I also noticed how my friends paid attention throughout the movie and how appreciative they were after the movie was over. The movie had a sad ending where I end up dying, the whole purpose was to make the movie lasting in everyone’s mind. I think it went pretty well as most of the audience left the theatre with teary eyes.Everything went well, except for the part where Ethan and I were pulled to a side by the media to answer some of their questions. Ethan helped me throughout the interview as they asked about my tattoo and our relationship which was seven years old supposedly.“How was the movie?” Asked one of the reporters, putting the microphone towards Ethan.He grinned and planted a
The quietness engulfed the room.I stared down to my hands, as they weakly held onto the papers. We were officially over now. We no longer were a married couple. We were over and there was no going back.“It’s done,” I said, shaking my head. “We’re over.”“We were over a long time ago, Skylar. We just didn’t realize it.” Ethan said, crouching down across from me. “You should have talked to me about the divorce, Skylar. At least then I would have known I shouldn’t have any expectations from this relationship.”I looked up at him. “I knew this was bound to happen, but I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I thought we had to stay together for at least a little more time for our careers at least.”“Don’t try to sound like you regret it, Skylar. I know you wanted this. Honestly, I’m just mad at you because you didn’t say it to me but preferred to tell it to Ben.”“What are you talking about?” I asked him in surprise. I never told Ben anything about divorce.“Ben told me at the party
Since I was anticipating for him to reciprocate the feelings towards me, his words completely took me off-guard. Tears started to well in my eyes,“Why can’t you tell that to me in simple words?”He gave me a small smile and pulled himself off the mattress to hover on top of me. Leaning down slightly, he planted a kiss on my forehead and continued to trail it down my nose. He reached my ear lobe and kissed me beneath it, before pulling away to look me in the eyes.His lips were inches away from mine when he muttered, "Skylar, I love you." He said, and claimed my mouth with his, "I'm so in love with you, Skylar, and I'm beginning to realize that I could never stop loving you. Even when I hated you, I loved you. I knew there wasn't going to be anybody else for because they're never going to be you."Tears streamed out of my eyes at his declaration and he was quick to kiss them away, and then he kissed both of my eyes. "I love you." He said.Every time he said that he pecked me on my lip
I cracked an egg and let it open on the pan. Wiping off the moisture on my forehead with the back of my hand, I prepared breakfast for both of us. I already had a banana smoothie ready for Ethan along with his bowl of fruits. Now I should just get this done perfectly.A pair of hands slid past my hips when I added the omelette to the tray.“What are you doing?” Ethan breathed out, fanning the air across my neck.“Breakfast,” I replied, pulling out a glass to pour the smoothie into.“You never cooked for me before.” He said as I filled up the glass and placed it on the trap.Picking it up, I turned around. “I know. I just felt it like doing it now.”He smiled, but it vanished just as soon. “Hey, are you fine? I mean, after last night..”“Uh.. I..”“I was.. rough. I don’t know if you..”“I feel sore, but just a bit."“A hot bath can fix it.” He continued. “Do you want me to fill in the tub for you?”I looked down at his neatly dressed body and back at his face. He was ready for work and
“I’m in a meeting, Skylar, can you-”“Ethan!” I said, my voice barely recognizable with fear and anxiety. “Ethan you need-”“Are you crying?” He asked, breathless himself. “What-”“Ethan, you need to come home right now!” I yelled into the phone. “Ethan, I don’t know. Someone broke into our house and he’s punching the door, he wants me-”“Skylar, calm down, I’m on my way. Please tell me you are fine.” He said.“Ethan, please hurry. I can’t- they are still here.”“Listen to me, where are you right now?”“I-I am in the gallery. They are in our room, I didn’t know-”“Right. Skylar, stay there. Don’t move an inch okay? I’m sending my men up right now, so don’t worry.”“Okay, but please hurry-”“I’m on my way. Just stay calm.” He said and cut the call.I stayed still in my place, just like Ethan asked me. The punching on the door stopped and I heard footsteps going away from me.Minutes later, the punching returned. But this time, I found myself feeling relieved. “Skylar, it’s me. Open the
“No, all of you are accusing me.” I said, clutching my hair in frustration.“Skylar, it’s part of the interrogation.” Ethan tried to step in and save his friend from my accusation.“No, it’s not.” I said. “They’re here to know what happened. They can’t tell that it is all a hallucination.”“We are just saying that it could be one. We’re not sure either.” Ethan’s friend, who came as soon as he could when I wanted to report the incident, spoke to me in a calm tone.“Then you have absolutely no right to claim your opinion,” I said. “I know for certain that what happened to me was not a hallucination. I can’t explain how they didn’t leave any evidence behind, that’s your job to find out by the way, but I know that I’m not lying.”Owens sighed from the seat across from me. He moved in exhaustion and glanced at Ethan, “Your wife is not in the right state of mind to proceed with the investigation. We should reschedule this to sometime later.”Ethan nodded at him and came to fetch me. Without