Chapter 29: I Love YouEthanIt all went in a blink of an eye. Our exams, where we stayed up till four in the morning, studying and exchanging notes; sometimes a cup of noodles. During graduation, Kiara and her classmates decided to play the PornHub’s theme music at the end of Principal Inez’s speech on piano, guitar, and violin. I was so proud of her and cheered the loudest when she got her diploma.We had already packed for NYU as me, Rio, and Kiara were accepted and had gone out to dinner to celebrate. We rented a three-room apartment so we could all split up, and even though I vouched for two rooms so that I could share a room with her, Kiara insisted on three rooms.Only one day left for the prom.I had to go shopping with my mothers, Kiara, and my little sister for my tux, which I would be wearing tomorrow. When my mothers were busy cooing at baby dresses for Eveline, I was busy making out with Kiara in the dressing room. She already had a dress that she bought with her mom, so
EpilogueEthan*Three months after prom*The weather was bleak today. Dark gray clouds hovered over the sun. Everything felt gloomy and gray and . . . dull. Like sunshine was missing.I chuckled weakly, shaking my head, and rolled up from my cold, empty bed. It was ironic how my sunshine was also missing.Like a jolt, my brain yelled at me, scolded me to stop it. Stop thinking about her.Closing my eyes, I controlled my anger and when I opened my eyes, my cheeks were stained with tears. A rush of emotions surged through my body and I didn't know what to feel. It was hard to even breathe when she, my oxygen, wasn't with me. By my side.If she were still here, she would be grinning at me, dimples poking her cheeks and pulling me back to bed just for five more minutes, which would turn to an hour. But she isn’t here. She’s gone."Ethan!"A knock came from my door, making my heart jump. Is that her? Did she knock on the door? She'll be disappointed because my room wasn't organized as befo
This Bonus Scene happens after Chapter 23 when they are in the Library. Ethan“What about you two?” Rio packed his bag and looked at Kiara. She was solving a math problem, nibbling on a pencil as I shamelessly stared at her plum lips which were holding the pencil. Lucky pencil.I cleared my throat and when I finally averted my eyes from Kiara to Rio. He was smirking at me and wriggling his eyebrows. I glared at him and said, “Kiara will come with me (haha). I’ve to help her with the answer is 669, Bella.” I corrected her answer with the same pencil was between her lips and showed her the correct method.Rio snickered when Kiara shot daggers between me and her notes and let out an annoying mumble, “I hate you.” I love you too.My cheeks became warm as I looked away when he said, “Okay, lovebirds. Don’t stay up too late, the library will close soon.” Rio was the only one left with us because he had to work on his history. Everyone else had left because they were too tired after stud
Hey Ethan, If you are reading this, then I’m sure that I did it. I am gone. Just like that. I have so many things to say to you, but it’s ironic how I have no words. I know you have many unanswered questions as well but don’t worry, E, you’ll find out why I did it. And why I had to. Please do me a favor and read this journal.I hid all of this from you and I deeply apologize for that. I wish I was brave enough to face you and talk to you about all of this. But I am not. I am coward and selfish. I am sorry. I hope you will be able to forgive me, Ethan. These are the entries of my days and I’ll be fair with you, you won’t like it. Sometimes you will hate me and love me. Sometimes you won’t feel anything at all. I was tired of keeping this from you, so here it is.You were my everything, and I was nothing . . . I am sorry for losing you.Love, KiaraIf you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's Facebook Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on Instagram @authormahimistry t
PART ONE“I was a mess. You were my saving grace, so I had to let you go.”ONE20th May, SundayHey Ethan,You know the rush of feeling you have the day before your birthday? The excited rumble in your churning stomach? The dizzy, strange happiness in your brain? Before everyone surprises you?Yeah, the one I feel every year before going to bed and crying on my pillow.I used to hate my birthdays, wondering why I was even born. I mean, the world would be a better place without me, eh?But then, you, the world’s best friend, my best friend, always made it special. You bought me zoo tickets last year, and we had so much fun holding the snakes. You were so scared to hold a Tricolor Hognose, you almost cried letting her go. That was so precious! And yes, I still have your scared photos, and no, I am not giving it back.Remember how both of us tried to talk to the snakes? To see whether we were Parseltongue or not and you even glared at the guard who was giving us skeptical looks. We had
eleven30th June, SundayYou ignored me when I snuck into your room today. I was hurt, but I kept myself together and explained to you I needed to be alone for two days. But I swear I saw a hint of a smile when I said that I’d brought you your favorite bundi ladoos to make peace.As we both bonded over the sweets, I didn’t dare to tell you about Liam. How he dragged me away from the edge. I kept hitting him and punching him, but he scolded me and dragged me to his car, locking me in.I had fought with him, called him things, but he didn’t listen and threw his jacket at me because my entire body was trembling. I had never seen him so red and furious. After driving aimlessly for a while and ignoring me, he stopped the car in our parking area and asked me one simple question,‘Why, Kiara?’That’s when I looked away and cried. He stayed silent as my sobs echoed in his car. He had asked me why and truthfully, either I had many reasons or no reason at all. I wanted to say something, but I c
twenty one20th August, MondayI won’t apologize for not writing daily because I can’t keep up with a routine—you of all people know that.Seems like we all are hiding secrets from each other.But my question to you is that, are you keeping it a secret to protect me? Because you know why I kept all this shit from you, to protect you. From me.I don’t think you are protecting me by hiding it. I can see the words slut written on my locker, E. You can’t just go around punching every guy who passed by my locker. But it’s okay. They are just words and I am fine with it.You don’t have to do anything about it. I am fine.Love,Kiaratwenty two25th August, SaturdayDid I ever mention that you would make a great boyfriend? Not that we are in a relationship, but I could tell from eighteen years of us being best friends . . . and doing other deeds.Yeah, just wanted to get that out. I’ll get back to cuddling you because you’re already whining in your sleep. Even though you’re three times my si
PART TWO“I wish I had never loved you.”1. You Will Use the Safe WordEthanI stared deadly at the pen stand, my heavy-lidded eyes barely staying up. Fuck. I need to sleep. Then I remembered how I had slept last night and smiled. “Ethan!” My skin jumped, my eyes fluttering open and blinking at my agent, Elliot Warner, with wide innocent eyes. I rubbed my eyes and shuffled in my seat. I drawled, “What now? Am I getting detention again?” He sighed audibly, a sign that I had fucked up badly this time. Not going to lie, I had been fucking up since last year, so he has been sighing a lot. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the reason behind the white thinning hair on his sides. “Not detention. But our sponsors are cutting the endorsement deals,” he ran a hand through his hair and sat down behind his massive oak wood desk and lit up a cigar. The stench of smoke woke me up from the hangover, my skin crawling with the need to put the cigarette in between my lips and inhale—No, we are not