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ethan
Ethan stepped closer, still grinning. “It’s a prank, babe! Jake and I thought it’d be funny to see how much you’d freak out.”
ethan
He laughed again, shaking his head. “You should’ve seen your face—”
lily/fl
That’s when it hit me—the sharp, searing pain in my leg. My vision blurred as I clutched the chair behind me for support. My knees buckled, and I collapsed into it.
The laughter died instantly.
ethan
“Lily… what happened?” Ethan’s voice was different now, panicked.
lily/fl
“I… I almost got into an accident,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out
lily/fl
Tears burned my eyes, but I forced myself to continue. “But I didn’t care. I just wanted to see you, to make sure you were okay.”
I heard footsteps rushing into the room, followed by a doctor’s voice.
doctor
“We need to get her to the ER, now!”
I lay in the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as the doctor’s words echoed in my mind:
doctor
“I’m sorry, Miss Evans. The injury to your leg is severe. You won’t be able to ice skate again.”
My life. My passion. The one thing that connected me to my mom, the person who taught me everything I knew about the sport. She had passed away years ago, but when I was on the ice, it felt like she was still with me.
lily/fl
Now, that connection was gone. Stolen by a stupid prank.
ethan
Ethan sat beside me, his face pale and filled with guilt.
ethan
“Lily… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t know…”
His voice broke, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
Didn’t know? Didn’t mean to? Those words didn’t erase the pain in my heart or the loss of my dream. How could he think it was okay to joke about something so serious? How could he not see what he’d taken from me?
ethan
“Lily, please,” he tried again, his voice trembling. “Say something. Please.”
My heart wasn’t just broken—it was shattered.
I turned my head to the window, tears slipping silently down my face.
For the first time since I met Ethan, I didn’t want to hear his voice. I didn’t want to look at him.
author
Maybe
forever is a word meant
for memories and
not peoples
author
Enough sad shits beautiful people ~
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