The next few days, Ethan barely missed any school days, when he as there, we were always together. Since that day at the cemetery, life seemed easier to bear, it felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
Since that same day, my nights were mostly dreamless, Ethan didn't appear in my dreams as much. I still had that kickass attraction to him, but I didn't know if he felt the same way. There were times when he always managed to find a way to touch me; brushing our hands in class, having our knee touch underneath the desk, touching my lower back. He was driving me insane; I craved his touch like a junkie would crave his next shot.
A month later, things started to go south again, Ethan missed school more than usual, and the sixth anniversary of my parent's death was coming up quickly. It was probably the worst day of the year for me and each year it didn't get any easier.
I missed Ethan, I missed my parents and I missed Max, who couldn't get a leave from the army. I was an emotional mess and I didn't have a single soul to talk to.
The day that marked my parent's death, Sara let me stay at home and asked me if I wanted to join her at the cemetery, so we could pay our respects. When we got there, neither of us said anything, words were not needed, we just sat there, holding hands.
After what felt like an eternity, Sara finally broke the silence.
"You know, neither Max nor me ever thought you were responsible for mom and dad's accident. You did the right thing calling them that night; it was the safest thing to do."
accident, they always told me it wasn't my fault, but I was never able to push the guilt away.
"But...I said that I hated them, if I had listened to them..."
"Emma, you were 16, everyone makes mistakes, you wanted to have your fun and it's ok, the guilt has to stop, you've been torturing yourself for the past six years now. Mom and dad weren't mad that night, they were concerned. They will always love you, no matter where they are.
I hugged my sister really tightly and thanked her, she had told me almost the same thing as Ethan. We went back home a little after that, we drove in silence and that was ok for me. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, anyone except maybe Ethan, it seemed like he was always an exception. I missed him.
When I fell asleep that night, I secretly wished that I could see Ethan; I wanted him to make me forget everything that I was feeling inside.
That place, I knew where I was; it was where I met Ethan for the first time. Could it be that I was going to see him again? That thought sent a little thrill in my most private parts, yeah seeing him would totally be a good idea.
"Hello Emma," a voice said behind me, I spun around expecting to see Ethan, but when I realised it wasn't, I couldn't help but feel disappointed, but not for long. The man standing in front of me could have been a carbon copy of Ethan. The same crystal blue eyes, the same haircut. The only difference was that this man was taller, leaner and had a scar on his left cheek. Could he be? No he couldn't, the man was dead, at least that was Ethan said. He kept staring at me, expecting me to say something, but words were stuck in my throat.
