BURNED

“You know, the minute I opened my eyes that day, they told me you were dead. That you burned to death in a car crash, and even your body could not be recovered,” Ethan breathed, his hot gaze on me. One of his hands held tightly on my waist, and I could barely breathe. While the other trailed up to my face, moving a strand of hair behind my ears. “But, I didn't believe them. I told them, and everyone that was ready to listen that you were not dead. The Leah I know would never die so easily. So I waited, I waited for days. And days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And months into years…” he stopped himself as his voice shook slightly at his last words. His eyes bled with so many emotions that they pierced deep into my chest, taking my heart out of my rib cage and squeezing it painfully tight. “Five years, Leah. That was how long I waited. And how long it took you to come back to me,” he whispered. The wind blew harsher this time, my dark hair flowing into my face. I watched a