When a good boy turns into a bad boy...
Ethan Carter was the most popular and successful boy in the world. He was handsome, athletic, smart, caring, thoughtful and compassionate. Being the heir of the most influential family in the world made him mo...
I breathed in deeply, running my hand through my hair.
"Do you know where she is? I need to talk to her. It is important." I said, depressed.
"We don't know, Ethan....Umm....Why did you break up?" She asked uncomfortably.
"We didn't break up, Ingrid. At least, I thought we were together. I learned it just a few minutes ago. Apparently she hasn't even found it necessary to tell me about her decision while looking into my eyes." I stated bitterly, clenching my fist. "It seems like it was just me who was stupidly in love." I added, trying to hold my anger.
"Ethan..." She sighed. "Grace didn't explain to me why she had decided it. But I know my daughter very well. She loves you. She would never disappear like this. There is something wrong." She said, worried.
I breathed deeply. "I don't think so. She just doesn't want me. Nothing more." I said bitterly as sadness clouded my features. "...Umm...Ingrid, I need to hang up. Bye." I mumbled and hung up without waiting for her to say anything.
I threw my phone at the wall. It broke into two pieces, scattering across the floor.
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I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured some whiskey into my glass. I drank all of it in a sip. I placed the glass down on the table and pulled a velvet box out of my pocket. I opened it and looked at the ring. I gritted my teeth staring at the shining diamond.
How stupid I was! I was planning to propose to her.
Fool!
I closed the box and went towards the kitchen. I stood in front of the dustbin and looked at the box one more time. When I wanted to throw it into the dustbin, I stopped. I closed my eyes, squeezing the box in my hand.
I went back and grabbed the whiskey bottle. I leaned back against the wall and took a sip from my whiskey.
"I hate you! I hate you!" I shouted and threw the box away. I slid down the wall as tears ran down my cheeks. I stared at the box on the floor while drinking.
The sun was shining through the windows, lightening the living room. I was staring into space, still sitting in the same place. My mind was blank.
Suddenly, I heard elevator doors opening. But I didn't look towards the elevator. I didn't want to see anybody. I just wanted to drink and forget about everything.
