That a part of me is still there, in that apartment, at that moment.
The house is quiet, everything is in its place... Familiar, acquaintance. And yet... different.
Because I'm different.
We walk into the living room, I sit down. Not because I want to, because I need to. My legs...
They are no longer so firm. Ethan disappears for a second, I hear movement. And then come back with a glass of water.
"Here."
I receive it. My hands are barely shaking... I drink slowly. The water runs down my throat...
And I feel like something inside me is a little comfortable.
He sits in front of me, not too close, but not far either.
Right in that exact spot… where he's not intrusive… but he's there.
"Do you want to talk?"
The question is gentle, careful.
I deny... No, I don't want to, I can't. A
