problematic » e.d [on hold]

t h i r t y - e i g h t

aaron's pov

"ethan, it's fine." i tell him, i could see the anger in his face, veins bulging out of his arms, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles growing white.

"who did this?" he asks, pulling me towards him, making me look up at him, his thumb brushing against the bruise, wiping away the concealer.

damn you minimal coverage concealer.

"ow," i cried out as he pressed down slightly, he pulled away, shame written on his face.

"i'm sorry, babygirl. please," he pleaded, "tell me who did this."

"i don't want trouble, ethan." lies.

"don't start a stupid war made over stupid things," i tell him, my thumb brushing his jaw.

"why?" i gulped, "why did this happen? over what?" he asks, his eyes looking down at me.

my voice was cracky and weak, "over you." i mumbled.

he shut his eyes, looking as if hurt had completely ran within his bloodstream.

"i'm sorry," he mumbled, his fingers intertwining with mine, "i'm so sorry."

"don't be, e. it wasn't your fault." my words seemed to have ignited a fire within in him.

"you said it was over me, over me, somebody who is nothing in this world, someone who causes trouble. something that wasn't worth your pain."

i shut my eyes, "please, ethan. i don't want to talk about this anymore, please let's just enjoy this. forget this is even here."

"i can't," he mumbled, making me sigh, "but i'll try. for you."

i smiled, lifting up his head and running my thumb down his lip, holding onto his bottom lip, pressing my kiss against his.