It's Ethan's response as he turns to her. The sound of her voice hurts like this ache that opens up in the center of his chest, swallowing up his heart. His eyes burn further as he looks at her, watching her reaction, wishing he could tell her it was something else (but what on else would tear them away from each other forever, for good? he still isn't sure how they managed to say goodbye that day except there was no choice). Parts of him still regrets the impossible choice, regrets walking away from her that day. He watches her as she stands up, and his chest opens up with that ache as he reaches out to rest his hand against her arm.
His eyes burn still with the weight and the pain and the grief of it, of all of it. It happened too fast, and there wasn't enough time. He finishes off his drink, and he is really relieved he suggested that they get some, because there's no way he could-- he could say it without drinking.
Ethan keeps his hand against her arm. Even after she turns, he reaches out again to rest his hand there against her, and it only falls down after what she asks. His eyes burn so hard he can feel the tears at the edges of it. Ethan shakes his head. "I still don't really know," he says, voice cracking with it. "How we managed it. The city went into chaos, and it took me awhile to make it into the city from... from my house, but I found you. The city had-- There were things in the sky and I found you staring at one. We hugged, and we went back to your home for the... last time. We drank... and I made you the cookies, and we-- We danced. I don't know how we actually did it. I don't... know. Maybe it was too impossible to-- Couldn't stop crying, because we knew it-- we wouldn't ever see each other again."
He doesn't think he's ever cried as much as he did when he forced himself to walk away that day. Everything had felt so wrong.
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It's Ethan's response as he turns to her. The sound of her voice hurts like this ache that opens up in the center of his chest, swallowing up his heart. His eyes burn further as he looks at her, watching her reaction, wishing he could tell her it was something else (but what on else would tear them away from each other forever, for good? he still isn't sure how they managed to say goodbye that day except there was no choice). Parts of him still regrets the impossible choice, regrets walking away from her that day. He watches her as she stands up, and his chest opens up with that ache as he reaches out to rest his hand against her arm.
His eyes burn still with the weight and the pain and the grief of it, of all of it. It happened too fast, and there wasn't enough time. He finishes off his drink, and he is really relieved he suggested that they get some, because there's no way he could-- he could say it without drinking.
Ethan keeps his hand against her arm. Even after she turns, he reaches out again to rest his hand there against her, and it only falls down after what she asks. His eyes burn so hard he can feel the tears at the edges of it. Ethan shakes his head. "I still don't really know," he says, voice cracking with it. "How we managed it. The city went into chaos, and it took me awhile to make it into the city from... from my house, but I found you. The city had-- There were things in the sky and I found you staring at one. We hugged, and we went back to your home for the... last time. We drank... and I made you the cookies, and we-- We danced. I don't know how we actually did it. I don't... know. Maybe it was too impossible to-- Couldn't stop crying, because we knew it-- we wouldn't ever see each other again."
He doesn't think he's ever cried as much as he did when he forced himself to walk away that day. Everything had felt so wrong.