Ethan;
Every thought in my head still and my heart seems to go into overdrive as I stare at him in bewilderment.
What the fuck is… How did he find me!??
Has he been stalking me??
His face is much older than I remember. He looks stressed… and a bit on edge but I'd recognise him anywhere.
Marvin.
My stomach twists violently as I stare at him, and my throat tightens up.
"You've been following me??" I demand in confusion, and his eyes soften.
"Ethan I—" I begin, but he stops.
Just then, I feel rage I didn't know was still alive in me, begin to stretch out of his hiding place.
My composure shifts to one of malice, and perhaps Marvin noticed this, because shame floods his face.
"I-I had no other way of finding you…" He begins, and I cut him off with a scoff.
"Why the fuck would you want to find me??" I demand, and he flinches.
"Don't— don't raise your voice," he whispers, while looking around the restaurant like he expects someone to materialise out of thin air.
