I had been living and sleeping with a monster. I had trusted him so blindly and now I was in deep regret.
Should I have been less judgemental? Trusted Ethan instead? It hurt to know that all the while Ethan had been the real one. I had made a wrong choice yet again.
But would it ever end? Would I ever get it right? So many thoughts and questions travelled through my mind without seizing as I processed every piece of information Ethan was bombarding my head with.
"He told me the story of how his sister died in an auto crash," I said,
"He told you a lie," Ethan said to me.
I couldn't stand it. With my back turned to him, I was in a bid to leave.
"Why?" He asked,
"Why couldn't you?" He asked again.
Slowly, I turned to him again.
"Why couldn't I do what?"
I was emotionally damaged and it hurt my pride that he saw it.
"Why couldn't you trust me?" He asked me.
