Is it possible to let the person who once destroyed your life enter your life again for the second time? The probability that you will be destroyed and shattered is as high as the skies; however, why do we keep on accepting the people who we know could bring nothing but harm to our lives? Why do we keep on sacrificing our peace, in trade for uncertain and short-lived happiness?
I don't know.
Because if I do, I won't be replying to Ethan's message at me, allowing him to call me in the middle of the night, even after all that he had done to me.
"Hello," his husky voice conquered my ear so much that I almost fell asleep because of how peaceful it sounds.
I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. My heart is pounding my ribcage as I hear the sound of his deep and heavy breathing.
"Hi,"
