"I don't know what to do anymore"
I sighed, defeated. She was the only one who could ever make him feel this way.
" I don't get it. You were so in love with her. Everyone saw you and still do, as the perfect couple. How did that just go?" Brandon, my best friend of twenty years asked. He was baffled. "God damnit Brand, I don't know"
I stopped walking and knelt on the wall too frustrated to continue walking. I rubbed the back of my head as Brandon looked down at me with his hands in his pockets. This is the one thing that can't be solved. With our business, we sit down in a meeting and solve the issue in a matter of an hour. With her; there is no solution. I can't let her go. I don't want to let her go. I don't love her but I want to again.
"Are you ready to leave?"
His husky voice travelled all around my body awakening the butterflies that still reside inside of me. I thought that after all this time I would grow numb to his voice but I thought wrong.
I murmured concentrating on clasping the diamond necklace around my neck.
He turned to look at me, taking my breath away as usual. He offered a rare smile watching me struggle to put the necklace on. He shook his head mockingly and walked towards me. I gulped as I watched the white shirt hug his body beautifully and almost mockingly.
He held all of my hair in one hand and put it over my shoulder. My hands were shaking and he noticed taking them in his other hand and putting them at my chest. Clasping the necklace around my neck quickly he kissed my collarbone and closed his eyes drawing a deep breath. I knew he loved this perfume and I'm glad he finally noticed me wearing it. He put his other arm around my back and I knelt into him, closing my eyes.
This is home. And I was absolutely terrified. My Ethan is back. But for how long? Five minutes? Ten?
This fragile moment is going to end and it's going to break me even more now that I got a glimpse of what I'm missing. What can I do to bring this back?
He put his hand on my bare back and looked me straight in the eye from the mirror. "You look breath taking" his eyes lingered down my body and back to my face. I forgot how to breath. "All eyes are going to be on you"
He knows what he is doing to me. He's playing with my mind. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of that. "Well I'm wearing Prada, I better have all eyes on me"
There was a sparkle in his eye as he smirked at me. And then he said the most heartbreaking thing I have heard in a long time.
"That's my baby"