Coming Down;

                                    

                                          
Ethan:
                          
'I found God, I found him in a lover, when his hair falls in his face, and his hands so cold they shake' 
                          
Ethan stood silently, a cigarette burning in between his two slender fingers. He would occasionally bring it to his plump lips, taking a heavy drag, allowing the smoke to completely absorb in his lungs, and then let out a long puff.
                          
He stood out on the porch, hastily watching the sunset come up, knowing you would wake up shortly after. 
                          
He was extremely observant, and that was his curse.
                          
Reason being, he would notice the smallest things, and either become angry or hurt.
                          
But never once did he ever become angry with you.
                          
Ethan loved you, but yet he couldn't help but hurt you.
                          
Every time you would see him, he would either be smoking or he would be high. His red eyes downcast and even avoiding your own when you tried to speak to him. 
                          
Yet he was too ashamed.
                          
This would infuriate you, but you love Ethan, so you would just sigh, brushing his floppy curls out of his eye sight and he would close his eyes, enjoying the sensation of your warm hands lightly touching him, a sensation he would never get over. You would then take his free hand without a cigarette, hold it until he stopped shaking and then gently cup his face in your hands.
                          
No matter how many times you did this, you always made him weak to the knees.
                          
Although you didn't like the taste of tobacco, you would always attempt to avoid his lips, but always kiss the corner of his mouth, lingering as Ethan silently pleaded for more.
                          
You then would turn, sparing a final glance, before leaving without a trace.
                          
Little did you know, Ethan would slowly die, day by day, with the lack of affection you would start to give him, and he knew the only person who could save him was in fact the thing that was truly killing him.
                          
You.
                          
Grayson:
                          
'With his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs'
                          
Grayson was truly a blessing to everyone else, yet again he was a curse and a burden on your behalf.
                          
He would always hurt you, be in control and never let you have any say in what you would do or whom you would see and or talk to.
                          
He made you get rid of all of your guy friends, and even the friends who tried to convince you to leave him, that he's no good. That he's toxic and a criminal.
                          
At this rate, he had you brainwashed into thinking that all of your friends were out to get you, and that they never really liked you, but were against you, and they wanted to take you away from him.
                          
The way he would say it, and gently hold you and stare into your eyes made you feel like he was right.
                          
Soon enough, Grayson would win over your mind, not before lying you down and pulling off your pants. 
                          
This, you also had no say in.
                          
Rape?
                          
Obviously it wasn't, because he made you believe you wanted this, that you need this, that you craved this. 
                          
But it wasn't you who craved it, it was him.
                          
Within seconds, he had his head between your thighs, his large, warm hands gripped your waist, in order to keep you still.
                          
Although you didn't want to think of this as pleasurable, it truly wasn't.
                          
You were numb.
                          
You could feel him, his tongue, and everything else, but you were too broken to take notice to the sensation.
                          
You would just lay there, your head turned as you stared off into oblivion. Your small hands pressed against the mattress.
                          
But soon enough, the gentle hands that once held you now gripped you in an evil way, causing you to become scared, but cry out in fake pleasure. Just so he wouldn't hurt you again.
                          
Because then again, he was always going to win you over, no matter what.
                          
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I got this imagine idea in English class.
                          
I don't mind it but it kinda bummed me out :/
                          
I just wanted to write something different 
                          
ALSO
                          
yes this was Halsey
                          
The song is Coming down and it's super good!
                          
I love Halsey but Melanie Martinez will always be my number 1 mum
                          
Anyways
                          
I love you all!
                          
~ Chels