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

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’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

“Don’t touch me.” I said, “Please, just don’t say anything.”“Baby, I..”“Please.” I said again, as more tears fell on my cheeks.Pain flashed across his face for a brief moment. He retrieved his hand and looked away. “Alright. But please stop crying.”I sniffled and tried to control my tears but they never stopped. It’s like one emotion nudged another and soon, everything was a mess in my brain.I felt alone in this. Nobody was ready to believe me. They think I’m lying and much worse, that I’m imagining things. I probably wouldn’t have made a big deal out of it if things were different but it’s a serious matter. How can I not worry? Our lives are at stake here.And what’s killing me more from the inside is the fact that Ethan of all people thinks the same. he doesn’t think any different about this situation. he just told me that he is believing what is right. That’s just implying that he thinks I’m wrong. The helplessness of this situation was making me want to churn all the memories

“Get me the girls!” I said, pushing away a pair of hands coming my way.“Ma’am, we need to stop the blood-” one of the men that rushed into the parking lot right after the lights were turned on spoke in a hurry.“Where’s Ethan?” I asked him. “Call him right now! Tell him that the girls-”“What girls, ma’am?” The man asked. “We haven’t seen any-”I stroke my hand right across his face. His face was filled with bewilderment as he clutched the side of his cheek.“I’m not fucking hallucinating! Go check your security cameras and you will find two girls with me. Hoe the fuck does this mall work? Do you honestly not notice when a kidnapper comes in and takes away kids? What-”I cut myself off when I found someone coming my way. In an instant, Stella was before me.“Where are my girls?” Stella asked, looking around. “Where are they? Are they in the car?”“Stella, you need to listen to me. The girls.. The girls aren’t here.” I said in a low voice.“What do you mean they’re not here?” She aske