"I know you do" Ethan cut me off before I could say more. "You may not be sure how you feel about me, but I am, I know you love me too Emily," Ethan said so confidently. How could he be so sure? "It doesn't matter," I yelled feeling frustrated, everything about my feeling for Ethan was wrong."I just lost my mother, I think it's selfish that you are talking to me about love now" I scolded. "I really don't want you around me anymore, please go back to New York" I requested getting out of the car.I waited for him to say something but he didn't making me bang the car door before walking away. "See you tomorrow Emily" he yelled as I walked away. ******Two weeks later. "This is beautiful," Denise said staring at the painting I made of my mother, for the past two weeks I had been painting, it was a form of therapy for me. "You think so," I asked Denise, she and I had built a suddenly strange friendship, and I realized she wasn't that bad."Very beautiful, it looks just like her" De
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