Chapter one
Ethan
I'm having another attack. Dad took one look at me this morning and knew. He put his arm around me and to told me to wade it out- to move on- but that's exactly what I don't want to do. I don't want to forget the dazzling green eyes or the flawless skin. Memories are all I have with me; memories of what we could have… what we should have…. Memories of… us?
There's a meeting today but I don't want to go. I want to be here alone with myself instead.
Unfortunately, it seems being alone today will be a difficult task, for a knock at the door seizes my attention. Isabel enters, smiling nervously and shutting the door quietly behind her. When'd she get here?
"Hey," she says softly. My reply comes as a rattling sigh. "your dad called me- Matt has cancelled the meeting."
"Why?" just a short, simple question, but it's a start. Last time I thought about her, I didn't speak for a week.
"Because, Ethan, you complete us," Isabel explains patiently, looking slightly relieved. "We can't do anything without you. And you're our best friend, we'll always look out for you. And I'm telling you, as a friend, that you shouldn't sit and mope all day. Get up and go punch something, or at least tell me about it. Keeping everything bottled up won't help." She puts a hand on my shoulder and my nerves are instantly soothed.
Isabel's power is healing, and she's beginning to learn how to heal emotional problems as well as physical, which is very helpful at times. Right now I'm feeling sore all over, and I'm in desperate need of comfort.
"Remember," I begin softly, my eyes glued to my socks. "when somebody mentioned the traitor at a meeting? Isabel, I… I unconsciously looked at Ro… why'd this have to happen, Isabel? Why her- she lived such a hard life, and she didn't hardly get any joy out of it. I made sure of that," I silently curse myself.
"We did always give her a rough time, even though she tried so hard to prove she could be trusted," Isabel agreed, sighing and slouching against the wall.
"I was there when she died," I remind her quietly.
"What happened back there?"
"I… I told her that I didn't care what her hands were like. I said I'd always loved her, even though I didn't admit it, even to myself." Tears begin leaking down my face and I begin to feel embarrassed. Isabel appears not to care, however, and she wraps her arms around my head and we rock slowly back in forth, me feeling slightly like a child in his mother's arms. We sit there for a long time, crying silently, about what we had, what we lost, what we were.
A/N it's short, I just wanted you to get a picture of how Ethan is feeling at the moment. Some stories say he get's over his grief and some say he committed suicide. In this he's usually normal (with a little edge) but occationally becomes depressed.