Celia
Ethan’s face changes. It is like he goes through the five stages of grief all at once, constantly shifting under his skin before he lands on something that resembles a calm acceptance.
“Is this…” his words trail off. Ethan diverts his gaze for a quick moment before his eyes return to mine. “Is this related to…him?”
I freeze. My mouth goes dry and I am unable to get the dry feeling to go away. I turn away from Ethan and avoid his all knowing eyes. My hands begin to shake.
“Ah. I see,” Ethan fills in the blank spots of my response.
A silence overtakes the air. It’s uncomfortable and calming at the same time.
Something from within the silence is the answer to Ethan’s silent question. I know that he was going to confess his feelings to me again today. If he was not going to, then h
