Like a demon crawling up from the depths, Ethan made it his mission to turn my life upside down.
I didn’t succeed in dying.
Ethan’s ruckus attracted the medical staff, and together they pulled me back inside. Ethan shot me a glare and shut the window, falling silent for once. His hands trembled, knuckles red and bruised.
“Vanessa, I don’t hate you as much as you think,” he muttered, his head down, messy hair covering his eyes.
I almost thought I sensed a bit of regret in his voice. But before I could delve further, Ethan crossed his arms, looked up, and returned to his
usual careless attitude.
“So, what kind of new stunt is this supposed to be? I’ll tell you right now you’ll just push him away…
–
my brother doesn’t fall for this hard–to–get stuff. Keep it up, and
As he rambled on in his own world, the nurses checked the equipment nearby. Iseized the chance to make my way back to the window and pulled it open again. But just as my foot hovered over the edge, Ethan grabbed me back with force.
After stopping me twice, Ethan finally seemed to realize I was serious about ending my life. He moved me away from the window, making sure I was safely within his reach before he began trying to talk me down, with an oddly gentle tone.
“Don’t be reckless, okay? My brother isn’t the only man in the world. Why cling to him this tightly?” He coughed awkwardly, a hint of pink touching his cheeks.
“Look, I’ll admit, he’s not a great husband. But divorce him if you have to; he’s not worth dying over. And who knows? Maybe someone else out there’s been quietly in love with you, and you just never noticed.”
