Wonderstruck

Do you ever just see a beautiful stranger? Not just a stranger that looks nice, but a really beautiful stranger who just captures you with the way they look and the way they act and makes you think about them at 2 am. A beautiful stranger that leaves you wonder struck and makes you somehow want to see them again and be with them forever yet at the same time, make you want to stay away from them so they remain this mysterious beautiful person that's in the world that would never hurt you.
I should have gone with the latter.

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 Ethan's point of view

The next morning is when I start to feel a little guilty. It's like I was in the confused daze where I didn't really know what I was saying or doing and I've slept that off now and I realise I was too harsh. I made her sleep on the floor, for christ's sake. But even though I know it was wrong of me to say things like that, I don't think I was wrong and I'm still angry. She's angry at me for caring about her. I come so close to forgiving her but I realise everything I subconsciously gave up for her - time with my family, time with Adam, parties with my other friends, a job, studying, the experience of living by myself - and I'm just angry all over again. 

I get up and go out to look for jobs before she wakes up. I don't leave her a note or anything telling her how she can get a ride or anything. It's up to her. She's only in my flat because she needs somewhere to stay. She never asked for anybody to care. 

I do care though. I know I do. I'm going to let her stay at my flat, I'm going to get her something proper to sleep on but I'm still angry. I still don't want to speak to her. 

 

Rosy's point of view

When I wake up, he's not there. I get dressed quickly and walk to school which takes me an hour. I go through the day pretending to listen to what Nicole's saying and trying not to think about anything. That evening I walk through the door and Ethan sits there. I'm half expecting for us to have a conversation about it but then I realise we're not okay. I'm not really angry with him anymore, just upset with him for all the same reasons. I feel resentful towards him. I'm upset with him for the reasons I told him - or screamed at him - last night but I'm also upset because he's not speaking to me. Not that I'd speak to him. And he's clearly still furious. He made me sleep on the floor last night.  

That night he has a bath and I go in after him and sit in the freezing cold water for as long as possible to avoid going back to the same room as him. When I get too cold, I get changed and walk back to the living room. He's sat eating dinner and watching TV. I go to the kitchen and make my own dinner and sit in the kitchen, thinking to myself. I look to where I was sleeping last night, dreading sleeping there again. I see that he's thrown a blanket, a pillow, a flat air bed and a pump there. My heart pounds when I realise that he still cares but then I look at the look on his face. He looks like he wishes he didn't care and my heart feels flat again. 

I don't feel like sleeping but he turns the light out with a heavy sigh so I quickly pump up the air bed. I feel like the noise is annoying him so I leave it half flat, pulling the little blanket up to my chin. I can't believe that I'm not sleeping next to him because he's really angry at me. I can't believe that I made him really angry. I can't believe that he made me really angry. I can't believe we don't like each other right now. I'm lucky that he's even letting me stay here. I shouldn't expect anything else. 

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