Ida's POV

I plump down on the bed, on the verge of a breakdown.

You brought this upon yourself.

I know. My sub-conscience reminds me of it regularly.

I take a pillow and hit my head against it, wanting to stop thinking.

I sit still as I hear the door open.

"Ida?" Ethan walks in, "are you asleep?"
I don't move and pretend to be asleep.

He gently sits down beside me, "I am sorry," he apologizes in a hushed tone.

"What are you sorry for?" I startle him.
I knew what he was apologizing for, but I wanted to hear it from him.

"You were awake?"

"Ethan, what are you apologizing for?" I press the matter.

He rubs the back of his neck and sighs, "for kissing you." He was not looking at me, but I knew he was hurt.

"Oh."

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We were in the fun zone with Ryan and Sofia. There is a vast array of arcade games. They had everything from skee ball, basketball, Pac-man to the walking dead.

I swipe my card and pick the ball as soon as the game begins. Basketball was the easiest, the most rewarding.

All the balls that I threw went straight into the loop. I got irritated when Ethan chimed in, so I swiped my card to the next machine and began playing there.

He groaned, but I gave him none of my attention.

"Talk to me."

"About what?" I asked, still not paying any attention to him.

"Anything."

I thought for a second and looked at his jeans, "your zip is open." My full intention was to tell him what a dick he was.

He was using me... for his sexual desires. What was I even expecting from him? Girls must fall at his feet and willingly give him a blow job.

His head flipped to his zipper. I collected my tickets and moved away before he said anything.

We were in the fun zone until it was dinner time.

I had lost my appetite, so I left, brushed my teeth, and went to sleep.

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The next morning, I got up to Sofia, pulling my blanket away.

"Whattt?" I groan.

"It's Ethan."

"What about him?" I look to my side to find his bed empty.

"He is in terrible shape."

I immediately sit up straight, "is he hurt? Is he fighting? What happened?"

"He is drinking- a lot." I looked to my side to find that it's three in the morning.

Losing my temper, I force open the door, almost tripping because of the wave.

"Where is he?"

"In Vintages," she informed, "do you need help?"

"No, I know where it is. I can handle him. Thanks."

I leave for the bar without wasting any more time.

The sight of Ethan broke me. He was crying, his eyes bloodshot, and hair messed up as if he ran his fingers through it a hundred times.

I wanted to beat the crap out of him for drinking so much, but I couldn't. Instead, I put his arm around me and walk him to our room. I caught him multiple times before he tumbled on the floor. He was slurring all his words, not making any sense.

I tucked him into his blanket. I tried going back to my bed, but he wouldn't let go of me, so I adjusted him for both of us to sleep.

×××

The next morning, I got up to my alarm at 5:00. I sat and switched the alarm off. The morning light fell on Ethan's eyes, so I covered his eyes with my hand. He was up later than me, so I decided to give him fifteen more minutes.

He was deep asleep like a baby. His hand wrapped around my torso and legs, tight enough that if I tried to remove them, he would wake up. (Image above)

I could never be angry enough with Ethan to stop talking to him or not forgive him. I watched as he took in steady breaths. Loving how he felt, how my body felt at his touch.

Soon enough, it was 5:15, and we had to go for breakfast, so I shake Ethan's body gently to wake him up. After a few attempts, he finally groaned and closed his eyes tight, as the morning light entered his eyes. I placed my hand in front of his eyes so the light would not hurt him. He must be having a severe hangover after last night's drinking.

Ethan opened his eyes and met mine. His chocolate, brown eyes stared into my hazel eyes.

He crawled up to me and sat. His hands wrapped around mine. They were pulling me close once again. He took in my scent as I took his. We exchanged no words, a comforting silence surrounding us.

I chuckled and pulled his ear gently.
"OW!" He said in pain, "what was that for?"

"For drinking,"

"Come on now," I comforted him, "We have to have breakfast. It's already 5:21." I looked at the clock.

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A/N

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