The shock barreled into me suddenly, knocking me almost senseless.
Well, at least that was out of the way. We all now knew that Ethan didn't kill Ally.
It was a relief, to say the very very least.
But who did kill Ally? It seems the hunt is still on.
I wandered over to Ethan, while everyone was talking, and in shock.
"Thanks Ethan. Thank you." I told him, quietly.
"Don't talk to me." He said. I could tell that it was hard for him. Incredibly hard. I patted him on the shoulder.
"I'll be seeing you then Ethan. Goodbye." I walked off, as he gave a half hearted reply.
Ellie and I drove back to my place after.
The drive back was in a shocked, stunned silence.
When we got back to my place, we went inside and just sat on the sofa.
A thought suddenly occurred to me as we both sat.
This was the sofa I fell apart and cried my almost everything out when I found out about Ally.
Surprisingly, tears didn't come to me this time.
I turned to Ellie, and opened my mouth to start a conversation, but she just put her finger on my lips, and edged towards me.
She kissed me, and passion flowed through my body.
I pushed closer, kissing more passionately, and we finally gave ourselves to the feeling, disintegrating the shock and pain from the past experience with Ethan.