The house felt empty without mom to pat me on my back and tell me everything would be okay. It was hollow, just as hollow as I was inside.

With shaky legs, I walked deeper into our living room and sunk down on the sofa that seemed to be eager to receive me. I was lost. I didn't know what to do or who to talk to. Suzy would have been ideal, but I didn't want to drop this on her shoulders.

So, I just sat there. My eyes open but not really seeing anything. The only thing that was busy reminding me I hadn't completely lost it, was my mind. Even though I didn't want it to, it played back everything. From the best times, Logan had given me that afternoon to the worst that happened. Like in slow motion, every image that passed through my mind, tormented me and I didn't know how to shut it down.

Slowly, my eyes beamed with tears, and gradually, quietly, I let them flow. Then, I let myself cry out loud.

I cried till my eyes hurt.

I cried until I was too tired to cry anymore.

I cried until I fell asleep.

It must have been hours later when I woke up to the sound of a message on my phone.

'Honey, I'm just checking up on you. You must be sleeping now. Anyway, goodnight. Love. Mom.'

I looked at the message, and a small smile tugged at my lips. The living room was dark, too dark, so I dragged myself out of the couch and locked the doors before I went up to my room.

Even though I was happy to receive mom's message, I couldn't help but wish it was Logan who had texted me instead. He hasn't called or text to explain himself. Like what happened wasn't that big of a deal to him. Like I meant nothing. Maybe those other girls meant more. Maybe they were a lot more experienced than me and maybe, he was too busy calling them back.

That thought alone was enough to send me back bawling my eyes out. I cried myself to sleep again for the second time.

*****

I was jolted awake by the loud ring tone of my phone. The sun was already peeking through my window. I squinted, fumbling around my bed for my phone until I found it.

"Hello." I couldn't even understand my own voice. Felt like something was stuck somewhere between my air passage and vocal cords. So, I cleared my voice and tried again only to end up sounding the same.

"Hello, Amelia? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Ethan.

"Oh, hi, Ethan. I'm okay, don't worry about it. What's up?"

"No, what's up with you? You don't sound, alright."

See, that was the thing. Ethan sounded concerned just from hearing my voice. That tugged at my heart, and tears welled behind my eyelids. He was bothered by a mere tone of my voice, and my own boyfriend wasn't troubling himself even with a simple message.

A sob escaped me before I could stop it. My hands flew to my mouth to muffle the sound, but it was a bit too late. Ethan had heard it.

"Amelia, are you crying? Shit, I'm coming over. Just wait for me, okay?"

I couldn't find my voice. With tears streaming down my cheeks and lips firmly sealed, I bobbed my head before I remembered he couldn't actually see me. So, I answered, "Okay."

*****

About half an hour later, I opened my door to a worried-looking Ethan. As soon as he saw me, he didn't wait for an invitation, with quick strides, he reached his hands forward and enclosed me in a hug. For a moment, his musky cologne was all I could smell as it invaded my nostrils and for some reason, I relaxed into him.

"I'm here. You're okay," he said against my hair as he ran his hand behind my back. Something my mom usually did. I felt safe. Like I could lean on him, and somehow, I knew he wouldn't let me down.

"You wanna get out of here?" He asked. I was still on his arms but this time we were looking at each other. "I think you could use some fresh hair."

I bobbed my head. He was right. I needed to get out of the house if I didn't want to keep on wallowing in my self-pity.

I invited him inside and led him to the living room before I left him there to go freshen up.

After I took a quick shower, I rummaged my closet for something comfortable, but still nice to wear and came up with a pair of blue skinny jeans and an over-sized creamy sweater to go with. Not wanting to do anything special with my hair, cause let's face it, I wasn't feeling any kind of special, I gathered my hair up in a messy bun and finished with black strappy sandals before I walked back to the living room.

Ethan's eyes, as if I was the only thing in his mind, found my own eyes the moment I walked into the living room. A smile lit his entire face as he stood up from the sofa.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Let's get out of here." Like the gentleman he was, he extended his arm and offered me to take.

I didn't oppose it.

There was nothing wrong with me holding his arm whatsoever. And considering Logan was being an ungrateful, jackass of a boyfriend, I didn't care. I happily took Ethan's hand.

The Blue Ford Mustang GT parked outside got me to raise my eyebrows and stare at him. "This is your car?" I asked in surprise. The thing looked like the newest version of bumblebee except for the color. It was beautiful.

His cheeks heated as he scratched the side of his neck. A habit I began to take notice of. "Um... yeah."

I smiled at him as he opened the car door for me and this time, offered his palm to help me in. Only once I was fully settled, did he close the door, and walked around to the drivers' side.

I had never been in any sort of sports car before. But let me tell you, if you haven't yet, you should make it your life's mission or at least add it to your bucket list to ride in an expensive, sports car once in your life. Everything in those cars are absolutely insane. Once Ethan brought the engine to life, it was like the car's life force passed throughout my body and gave me some sort of hope. The sound itself resounded in my chest like a mixture of rain and thunder and I loved it. I grinned at him. Maybe this was what I needed.

"What do you say if we get some breakfast first?" He peeked at me through the corner of his grey eyes.

I had to admit. I was hungry. Actually, now that I'm telling you this story, I don't think I had anything to eat since the day before everything went to hell. I was too busy getting naked and doing all kinds of ungodly activities.

Coming out of yesterday's memory lane, I bobbed my head at Ethan to agree with him about the breakfast.

"I'm thinking we should have some greasy breakfast, and wallow ourselves in some glossy, yeah?" He chuckled. "Greasy foods always make me feel better."

"Really?" I looked at him. "Maybe I should try that."

"You should." He bobbed his head and threw me an enthusiastic look. "Prepare to feel the power of greasy breakfast."

I chuckled. This morning Ethan looked almost like a different person.

He drove through town and stopped at a Starbucks drive-through. The grin that appeared on my face was wide this time. I loved Starbucks, and for him to take us there, made me feel a lot better.

"What will you have?"

"I think we should get some Iced teas, and I'll have a roasted ham, swiss and egg sandwich, "I said.

"Okay, then. I'll have double-smoked bacon, cheddar, and egg sandwich."

We placed our orders and moved up the line to receive it. Once we were done with that, Ethan turned to me and smirk. "I wanna show you something. You gonna love it."

The sure way he said it made me believe I was indeed going to love whatever it was he wanted to show me.

After driving for about ten minutes up the hillside, Ethan parked in front of the most beautiful landscape I had ever seen. The greenery in the area was breathtaking. The different types of trees that covered the place was terrific. A well-trimmed lawn made the place even more inviting. And with the different wildflowers that were peeking out here and there, made the variation of colors pop up.

I was in awe. That place instantly made me feel at peace. The steep and simple slopes of the landscape were something out of a dream.

"Wow," I muttered. My voice coming out almost as a whisper from the astonishment I felt. "this is beautiful."

When I turned my head to look at Ethan, his eyes were already on me. A small smile on his lips.

"It is right?" He agreed. "I come here whenever I want to be alone or want to think."

"I can see why." I agreed as my eyes looked back to the breathtaking park in front of me. "It's so quiet and peaceful."

He didn't answer that, he let me take in the environment. The only sounds that came from him were the shuffling of bags as he took our breakfasts out of them and handed me mine.

"Well, come on then, let's eat. I'm famished."

He was the first one to take a bite of his sandwich. A huge one at that. What followed was the satisfying sounds and faces he made.

"Mhmm... mhmm, this is really good. " He slowly bobbed his head up and down in satisfaction before he turned around to look at me with eyes sparkling like a child. His mouth full, both sides of his cheeks bunching out as he slowly chewed.

I laughed. At that moment, Ethan looked adorable. I wasn't used to seeing this part of him, and now that I saw it, I liked it. He wasn't a serious business-like Ethan that I was kinda used to. He was entirely different. More laid back and relaxed.

Once I began eating my own food, we lapsed into a comfortable silence. That was until a thought occurred to me.

"Hey." I fully turned my body and attention towards him. "I don't remember giving you my address."

"No, you didn't." He shook his head as his lips stretched into an attractive smirk. "Your dad gave it to me. I think your old man likes me." He wiggled his eyebrows.

I laughed out loud this time because I remembered that time when dad kept on asking if Ethan and I were planning on meeting more, and what I thought of him. Ethan was right. My dad did like him.

"Yeah, well," I replied as another giggle escaped my lips. "don't let it get to your head."

"Amelia, believe me. It's already so deep in my head I'm not sure I'll be able to crawl it out of there."

There's something I want to tell you. I'm telling you this because this is my story and I want to be as honest with you as possible so that you understand what led to where I am today. Ethan was cute, I knew he was good looking and deep down, deep within my heart somewhere, God knows I had this feeling that I could have been happy with him. If only I had met him first before Logan.

Logan!

Just the thought of him brought my heart into a jolt of frenzy beats. My hand unintentionally crept toward my phone in my pocket. I took it out and peeked at it, but of course, no new messages or missed calls. My heart dropped, and as much as I hated it, I gave up on him a little more.

"Hey," Ethan's voice brought me back from my Logan stupor. "Now that our stomachs are full. I wanna take you somewhere else."

"Huh?"

"Come on, let's go. You gonna love it."

Maybe he sensed my inner turmoil, he never asked, and I was thankful for that. Without knowing my problems, he made efforts to help me forget whatever it was that bothered me, so he started the car and drove to the second place he wanted to show me.

The place turned out to be a horse ranch. As soon as my eyes landed on the many beautiful horses, they widen. A smile crept against my lips, and I could feel myself getting giddy.

"We are going to ride a horse?" I screeched. My voice a little higher than I anticipated. My head dashed towards Ethan and back to the horses in a flash. I didn't want to miss looking at any of them.

A beautiful white horse stood proud and majestic, not far from where Ethan had parked the car. She shook her mane as if she knew I was watching and she wanted to show me just how Godly she was. The coat of her white hair flowed in different directions, tempting every nerve in my fingers to want to touch. I fell in love with her instant. And at that moment, I decided she was the only one I wanted to ride.

"Can I ride that one?" I pointed my finger enthusiastically toward her and added a little jump up and down in excitement. "She's so beautiful."

A spark of amusement danced on Ethan's eyes as he placed his lips on a thin line. "Yeah, I guess you can. Except that..." he nodded his head to the horse I pointed at. "That's a he, not a she."

"Yeah?" I craned my neck to investigate. "Oh," I said as I clearly saw his...well, manhood.

We looked at each other, eyes wide before slow smiles stated trickling on our lips. Then we busted out laughing. Hard.

True to his word. I rode the white horse. And since it was my first time, Ethan sat right behind me. I must admit. It felt good. For the first time since the day began, I didn't remember I was mad, or that my heart was broken. I was happy. Ethan's presence had started to take deeper root and his proximity was something slowly, but clearly, I started to notice.

I didn't understand what the hell was happening.

*****

Well, I don't understand either what was happening.

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