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.


48. 48

Ethan's point of view

I stand outside the door for a while, wondering whether it's weird to knock at my own flat or not. I decide that it would make things a bit awkward between Rosy and I if we act so formal so I just knock once and walk in. She's sat in the kitchen, making lunch. She looks up, surprised. 

"Hey." I smile. "Don't look so scared. I did tell you I was coming right?"

She laughs a little. "Yeah you did. Sorry. Want some lunch?" 

I shake my head. "No thanks."

"Suit yourself." she jokes. 

I frown, noticing something out of the corner of my eye. "Why are you still sleeping on the airbed?" 

She shrugs sadly and I sigh, sitting on the stool opposite her.

"I'm so so sorry, Rosy." I tell her, daring to take her hand. She doesn't let go but she doesn't hold my hand back. 

"I am too." she admits. "We said horrible things to each other."

"It's not that I meant what I said but I was feeling the things I told you I was feeling. I just should have told you in a different way."

She nods, a tear running down her cheek. "Me too. I'm sorry I was so harsh, I do appreciate that all you wanted to do was take care of me but I was just angry and I said things I shouldn't have said and I hurt you and I'm so so sorry." she starts to really cry now and I sigh, going over to her and holding her tightly. She gets up, holding me just as tightly. 

"It's okay." I whisper, kissing her hair. "We were both angry, we both hurt each other, we can't change that. We both know we're sorry, we're going to be okay. I'm coming back to live here in a couple of weeks and we still need to pay the bills."

She pulls back a little in my arms so she can look at me. "And?" 

"And I know that you are capable of having responsibility on your shoulders." I tell her. "So if it makes you feel better, then you can get a part time job to help out. I've got a job waiting tables at the little coffee shop around the block and my parents are still giving me allowance. We're going to be fine with money and with us, right?" 

She nods. "Right."

"But you understand why we shouldn't live together again just yet."

"Yeah, I know." 

"I have to go to class, I'm going to be late." I say, although I can't bring myself to let go of her hand until I have to. "It was really good to talk to you. I miss you."

"I miss you too." she says in a breath, pulling me into a hug again. "We'll talk again soon."

"We will." I kiss her forehead. "Bye."

She smiles, letting go of me. "Bye."

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