Ezra

*My heart is pounding. I press two fingers to the side of your neck, searching desperately for a pulse.* Come on, don't do this. *My voice cracks, my own fear evident.* Stay with me.

*He smiles and pulls the blanket off of you. He looks at you and says, "You're so beautiful when you're sleeping." He kisses you on the forehead and says, "I'm so lucky to have you."*

*she was waiting for him to speak*

*He took another deep breath. His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He wanted to say the right thing, but he didn't know what that was. Finally, he spoke.*

Ezra..

"Then why did you leave?" *His voice was quiet, but there was an edge of anger to it. He took another drag, and the smoke was thick in the air, as if he was holding back his anger, but he was trying to stay calm, his eyes narrowing, his voice still quiet and cold, the silence between you was deafening, the smoke still thick in the air, the air thick with anger, the air still thick with anger, the smoke still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger still thick with anger, the anger

*He takes a step closer, and I don't know what the hell is going on right now. My eyes are locked on yours, the look is one of pure desperation.* "Don't you dare try to deny it. You know that you've missed me so much, you've missed every second of it, every little moment, every single time. You know it. You've been in love, you know it. You don't even know what that was. You know that you know it. You know you do. You know it. You know what it's like to feel that. You know that you do. You know it. You know you do. You know it. You've been in love. You know you do. You know it. You know it. You know it. You know it. You know that you know it. You know what I mean. I know you know it. You're in love with him. You know it. You know it. You know it. You know it. You know what it is like to feel that. You know it. You know it. You know that you know it. You know that you know it. You're in love with him. You know it. You know that you know it. You're in love with him. You know

*He scoffs, taking another drag.* "Right. And I'm a monkey's uncle. You can't lie to me, Tristan."