Teenage high school graduate, Ethan Brown, has struggled through his senior year, after his ex-girlfriend, Olivia Connell, committed suicide. When an eagerly anticipated holiday to celebrate the end of exams with his new girlfriend goes disastrously...
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Hey guys! I'm definitely not one to write short stories and this is my first ever attempt at one on Wattpad! I had fun playing around with it and I hope you enjoy reading it! :-)
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Vivid, blue eyes. Dark freckles. Blonde hair.
Olivia Connell.
The first girl I thought I loved.
She was strong-willed, persistent, out-going and most of all – crazy.
The story between Olivia and I is messy and complicated. Our relationship was all-consuming, addictive and utterly toxic. We fell hard, we fell fast and we were out of control.
Two weeks into dating this girl, I thought, "This is it. This is the woman I am going to spend the rest of my life with."
It's surreal how one person can have such a powerful effect on you. They alter your mind in many ways – leaving you vulnerable, open and exposed.
After a few months in, the fighting began. The sabotaging, the arguments, the difference of opinions on everything.
How could this beautiful girl, who I've grown so attached to, be so different to me? How did everything take such a drastic turn?
She turned me into someone I never wanted myself to be. I became a different person. Or maybe, she showed me who I really was. Whatever the answer – I needed to get out.
"Ethan?" the voice whispers and for a spine-chilling moment, I thought it was her.
"Yeah?" I ask, mentally shaking my head and drawing myself back to the present.
My girlfriend, Natalie, stands in front of me, a warm smile on her pretty face. I take a second to drink in her features. Her strikingly black hair, deep brown eyes and darkly tanned skin.
The opposite to Olivia.
"You okay?" she asks gently. "I know it's almost..."
I sigh deeply out of my nose. Natalie discontinues her sentence, but I know what she was going to say.
It's almost that time of the year. The anniversary.
"I'm fine," I reassure her, even though my words are forced and my smile is weak.
"Is there anything I can do to help? I want to be here for you," she murmurs, her fingers sliding in between mine.
"I'll be all right. No need to worry about me."
She gives me hand a gentle squeeze, before pulling away.
I tilt my head back and stare up at the overcast sky, my heart rhythmically thumping in my ears.
Tomorrow is the day, that marks one year since it happened.
