Summary: Y/n has fallen out of love with Ethan after spending all their years together.
A/N: listen to love you in the dark by Adele if youâd like and if you want the full affect and lots of crying.
She knows. Sheâs known for months.
And now, packing up the last of her things sheâs decided that are her absolutely necessities, sheâs positive that there is no going back.
She canât face him. Not like this. She is to fragile. And that would give him even more of an advantage of keeping her here.
She canât stay. Itâs too much. He has already talked her into it before.
Her train leaves at four am. The absolute earliest time that was available. So she took it.
Y/n never thought sheâd be leaving him again. She had everything. A roof over her head, food on the table, a husband and a beautiful three year old.
She did have everything, besides herself.
She needed to find that again. She needed to understand why she fell out of love with the most perfect man made for her.
She knew that leaving would risk breaking everything she had and she would never get any of that back, but also the rare possibility that he will wait. And their daughter wonât blossom until she returns.
Y/n zipped her dark duffle bag closed, glancing over at her world at rest.
Ethan, with his dark hair a frantic but beautiful mess and his plump light pink lips that she could never resist kissing since they were young, slept at ease, not knowing what was coming.
But he did. He woke to the feeling of her body warmth move off the bed and towards their closet.
He knew months ago when Y/n started loosing her flare.
She was the light of his life, and he knew exactly when she was burning out. He knew, but didnât want to take the chance of bringing it up because he knew that would lead to a heated argument, and she would leave too soon.
She grabbed tightly on the bag, lifting it gently over her shoulder and quietly sniffing up her tears not to wake her resting prince.
Her sniffles broke him more. Another stab to his heart.
Ethan was never one with words, always stuttering to try and find the right ones when trying to talk to someone he cared about.
He was surprised he got her to stay the first time.
One step after another, and she was almost out their bedroom door.
Untilâ Ethan let out a cry for help.
âPlease. Donât.â He whispered, watching her dark ghostly figure stand still in the frame of the door.
Tears erupted from the bottom of her eyes, only able to keep facing away from him, trying to keep herself together.
âIâll do anything. Just, please. Donât do this.â He was crying himself, scared to watch the love of his fucking life walk out the door and just maybe return.
She finally faced him, only to tell him this: âTell her I love her.â Her heart shattered looking at him in the state he was in.
His hair was a raging mess, his beard all over the place, and tears running down his cheeks because this, this was their last goodbye.
âY/nââ He stood, too quickly for her to make a move down the hall and out their front door towards the train station.
He hovered over her from a few feet away, watching the glossiness in her eyes form before she just stared at the floor.
âIf you love me youâll stay.â He was desperate. He didnât want to raise their daughter on his own. The person the two of them created together.
âBut I donât.â She croaked.
She didnât love him. She didnât love herself. She couldnât.
It was known to be unable to love someone else until you love yourself first, and she believed that over the raging pit in her stomach that wanted her to stay.
She was giving herself an ultimatum. Stay and be heartless, or leave and fall in love with someone else.
He got close enough to cup her cheek, wiping the stream off her skin as gently as he possibly could.
âDonât leave me, please.â His lips hovered over hers, ever so slightly grazing together before she gave in and let him give her one last kiss.
It was long, and filled with tears and memories flooding back for the both of them.
Their first date, marriage, pregnancy news, New Years. All of it. All the memories now haunting them up to this moment.
âStay. Please just stay.â She could tell how desperate he was with his tone of voice. But she couldnât give in. She refused.
âYou can, you just have to be willing.â
Their eyes met, catching the green specks glow around the honey color.
âI donât just want to survive, I wanna live Ethan.â
Ethan shook his head at her, now grasping both of her cheeks and pulling her in closer so their bodies were fully touching.
âI love you Y/n.â He told her, kissing her harder, making her stumble back so much she had to grip into his warm, bare back to keep her upright while he did everything in his power to make her stay.
Soon she dropped her bag to the wood floor, and managed to run her hands up his back slowly.
With grace, the kiss broke, the smacking of both of their lips echoed between them.
His eyes wandered down to her waist, slowly undressing her out of her clothes one by one.
He didnât care, he loved her. And he was going to show her.
âI love you so much.â He repeated, kissing her again with so much passion it was hard for Y/n to comprehend.
Her head was spinning, vision was blurry, and skin hot due to the friction she needed to cause.
He laid her down slowly. Delicately slipping the jean fabric from her legs causing them to be bare and form goosebumps all up them.
âYour the love of my life.â Ethan now said, gripping at her underwear.
Soon they were both stripped, and pulled underneath the covers.
Tears kept flowing between the two of them like no tomorrow, making sure their last time together was the best they have ever had.
Slowly, Ethan slid into her, and rested his head onto her shoulder while continuing.
Their bodies were colliding. They were crying. The both of them knew this was their ending to a beautiful story.
Sniffles continued while she gripped at his back, leaving love marks for him to look at in the late morning when he woke up with her gone.
He continued, grinding his hips into her and kissing her slowly in between before he kept going, making her have just so much more regret.
He needed this to be memorable. He wanted to give her something that kept her close enough to where if she wanted to come back, she easily could.
Her soft moans radiated inside him and he wanted it to last for forever.
Ethan flipped to his back, now causing Y/n to ride him slowly.
Nothing but âI love youâs were said, mostly by Ethan of course; but Y/n let it slip out a few times while feeling him all the way inside her.
He gripped her hips to keep her steady and make sure that she knew what was coming.
Ethan then came, watching Y/n relax her tear stained face.
And soon after, so did Y/n. And then it was over.
The ending of their beautiful, confusing story had come to a close, stopping at a place where it felt right between the both of them.
Until they want to read it again.
Iâm sorry if this was poorly written, I didnât spend much time on it and the vocab isnât strong. Hope you enjoy.
