21
Ethan struggled to keep me afloat, and my lack of will to live made it almost impossible for him to pull me up. If we continued like this, we’d both drown. Through tear–filled eyes, Ethan looked at me, his face awash with sorrow.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, giving me a defeated smile. Though he held on tightly, he made no further attempts to pull me up. It dawned then–he intended to die with me.
The thought sickened me. He wanted to drag me down with him, even in death?
“Let go,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze.
on me
Ignoring my demand, he lay back, seemingly oblivious, showing no intention of releasing his grip. Sighing, I offered a gentler alternative.
“Ethan, don’t you want revenge?”
He hesitated, his hold loosening slightly. I pressed on.
“You need to live, Ethan. Make Adrian pay for everything he’s done. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll forgive you on the other side.”
