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saw him.
On the fifth day of my stay here, Ethan Harris and Jessica got married. I heard my
seat was in the front row, but I’m sorry, I was already on the train. I had bought
my
ticket in advance, headed back to Maplewood. I hadn’t been sitting long when the
pain in my stomach started.
The frequency of the pain had been increasing these past few days. I knew that
the
favor I’d asked of Grace would soon be needed.
Since I started dating Ethan, I’d become quite sensitive, throwing tantrums over
the
slightest discomfort.
His friends used to say Ethan had a terrible temper, but after we started dating, he
became incredibly patient. Even when I acted out, he’d always calm me down. I
thrived on that, the way he’d hold me tight, his deep voice whispering in my ear,
calling me “baby.” The pain would disappear in an instant.
But now, the pain was so intense it made me break out in a cold sweat, my
knuckles
turning white as I gripped my stomach.
In the past, he would have been devastated, just like that time in college when I
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my hand on glass. He held my head against his chest, soothing me endlessly.
But now, the pain was a hundred times worse than any glass could ever cause.
I slumped over the table, calling his name. Ethan Harris, why aren’t you here to
comfort me?”
The train continued its journey north. Under the influence of painkillers, I fell
asleep.
I dreamed that I was back in high school, seeing the eighteen–year–old Ethan
Harris
again–the one who had eyes only for me, the Ethan Harris who loved only me.
If there’s a next life, I hope that the first person I meet in my youth will still be
Ethan
Harris.
