A few hours ago

Ethan was drinking alone in a bar. His mind kept replaying the words he had said to Violet. He realized he’d crossed a line by dragging up her past, and he hated himself for feeling guilty afterward.

He shouldn’t feel bad for her.

He should hate her, for playing with his feelings.

The very day he met her for the first time, his mother had eloped with her lover. He should’ve taken it as a sign. A bad omen.

But still… he couldn’t stop himself from liking ...