"Hush now don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake, you face the day
Your dream is over...
Or has it just begun?" - Queensryche, Silent Ludicity
"LENA! LENA!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs, pounding on the door as hard as I could. I whipped out my cell phone and speed-dialed her number. It went straight to voicemail, and I had to resist the urge to smash my phone down onto the ground. I was hyperventilating, tears pouring down my face. The door finally opened; there she was. Her beautiful eyes—one gold, one green—lit up when she first saw me, but quickly, she realized something was wrong.
"Ethan, what is it?" she asked me. "What's wrong?" I took a deep breath, mopping my eyes with the back of my hand. "You should probably sit down," I said.
"I think I'll stand," she said uneasily. "Ethan, what is it? Tell me."
"It was never John, Lena," I began. "The One Who Is Two. It was never him. It's me." As soon as those words came out of my mouth, it began to rain. Hard. It was like Gatlin had been hit by a monsoon. The wind picked up within seconds, and there was the boom of thunder and lightning. Tears formed in her eyes and she collapsed onto the step. I sat down next to her, pulling her into my arms.
"It can't be you, Ethan!" she cried. "I-I-I—" She could barely form the words as she began to sob into my chest hysterically. I'd never seen her cry this hard before, and it broke my heart to see her like this. It broke my heart knowing that I would have to leave her—leave Amma, the only mother I had left, Link and my dad, everyone—behind. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Lena and I were supposed to have more time.
"Shh," I whispered through my tears, combing my hands through her hair. "It's going—"
No, it's not. Don't you dare say that to me. There it was. The Kelting. Her voice was filled with anger and she pulled away from me. "IT IS NOT GOING TO BE OKAY, ETHAN!" she screamed. "DON'T YOU DARE, DON'T YOU DARE!"
"Is everything okay out here?" a voice asked from behind me. I turned around to see Macon Ravenwood standing before me. "What did you do to my niece, Mr. Wate?" he demanded. "If you hurt her, I swear to God…"
"I didn't do anything to her," I said, keeping my voice low to keep it from shaking. "I swear." He glared at me and met Lena's eyes.
"Ethan's the One Who Is Two," she told him, her voice shaking with her rage and tears. Macon didn't show any signs of reaction and he said coolly, "You two should come inside." Lena stormed into the house without so much as a look at me and practically ran upstairs. I followed her and she slammed the door to her bedroom behind us. She sat down on her bed and sobbed. I approached her, sitting by her side. Her tear-filled eyes met mine and I grabbed her face in my hands and pulled her to me, smashing her lips to mine. She kissed me back fiercely, tugging on my bottom lip. My head quickly to began to spin; within seconds, I was short of breath. For once, we didn't let that stop us. I could taste her tears; her emotions were practically radiating off her. Our hands knotted themselves in each others' hair. Lena slid her hands underneath my shirt. I could barely breathe. She quickly pulled away, and we lay down on the bed, entangled in one another.
I love you, Ethan Wate.
I love you, Lena Duchannes.