Ethan
“Come in.” I say. Unsure who is going to be on the other end. The door opens up slowly and I see blonde hair peek through, before I see Bea’s eyes. She fully steps in and is looking at me cautiously.
“Hey,” She says softly.
I nod. “Hey.”
“Um. How are you feeling?” she asks, still shyly.
This is much more awkward than I want it to be. It was never supposed to be like this with us. None of what has happened between Bea and I has been what I imagined. The good parts, and the bad. I don’t even know how to answer the question she’s asking. There are too many emotions for me to just pick one, or to even be able to describe all of them. So I just calmly say, “Okay, a little tired. And you?’
“Okay. I’m good. I’m good,” she answers. Almost taking a step back and then changing her mind
