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I left all the things that were his that I borrowed on the counter top, as well as his favourite scrunchie that I had. You may think that's weird; but Ethan always had one of my scrunchies on his wrist for me; and this mustard yellow one is was his favourite. I knew it would remind him of me if he ever wanted to.
I cried and cried as I walked to the door to leave, knowing foretell that it would be the last time.
It felt like a cold ice running through my veins, almost freezing me as I thought about all of the memories I was leaving behind. The ever possibility of getting married, having a family and being a one big happy family. I knew deep down that this would be the best for both him and I, so I had to do it.
That flashback brings us up to now, where I am feeling better. I was watching a movie when I heard the door knock, so I ran to answer it. I hesitantly opened it, just to be greeted by Ethan. "Ethan?" I breathed, my voice barely audible. "Y-Y/N... hi." He smiled softly, his arms behind his back. "I wanted to give you these. I saw them in the florist and their beauty reminded me of how beautiful you are... and how much I miss you." He spoke softly as he handed me the beautiful red roses which had some baby's breath flowers in there too. They were stunning, to say the least. Emilio is the only person I know who can get away with saying cliché things like he just did. "Anyway... sorry to keep you.. I honestly just wanted to see how you were." He smiled, turning on his heel. "Eth. Wait." I said, seeing his eyes meet mine; yet they were full of tears. "I'm not sure what to say... but... don't go." I sighed, looking down at my feet. "Y/n... I have cried so much, I don't know if any tears will actually come out." He chuckled, sniffing. I'd never seen his stunning eyes hold so much... pain before. He looked broken, & hurt. His lips quivered slightly as his expression was saying 'I'm sorry.' His voice held pain, his eyes held it too, especially his expression.
"At least someone knows how I feel." I sniffed. "Y/n. I love you." I felt the breath in my throat hitch as I absorbed those three words, taking them in a way I hadn't before. He had said them a thousand times, but they meant so much. I have no tears left to cry over our petty little fights; I'm ready to give this whole thing a good shot. I love him too much to quit. "That's the only three words, the only eight letters I've wanted to hear..."
And yes.
I took him back.
Well, he took me back, let's be honest here.
And no, we haven't argued in five months; at least not as bad.
And now, now we are married.
Happy as can be.
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Hey loves! I hope you enjoyed this part two imagine!
The last imagine for the Sweetener Series will be Grayson (obviously) ; 'better off'.
