Ethane Laville's Home: A Narrative Fiction

Laine Burgess had felt hollow and empty ever since the death of her beloved sister, Tara Burgess. She had never expected to find comfort with her old friend, Ethan Barris. Carefully worded letters had recently been exchanged between the pair. Ethan had finally mustered up the courage to request Lainie’s attendance at his home. After countless letters, he was left with a desire to speak to her in person. She had debated with herself about whether or not to go. Lainie was unsure as to whether she was ready to see Ethan again. It took her a good while to decide; she considered each option many times. Eventually, she had replied with a simple ‘yes’.
Laine Burgess walked down the carefully paved streets. Her heels were clicking on the tiled ground.
His feet shuffled nervously and he was running a shaky hand through his hair. Ethan was constantly straightening out his handmade black suit. Thoughts raced through his head like cars on a racetrack; each individual thought was fast and unpredictable. A knock on the door snapped him out of his trance. Without looking, Ethan immediately knew that it was Lainie on the other side of the door. The box in his jacket pocket suddenly felt a lot heavier.
Ethan approached the door timidly. He felt like an outcast in his own home; the surroundings felt foreign and out of place. Ethan opened the door, welcoming Lainie in with a genuine smile. Lainie greeted him kindly, before turning around to place her coat on one of his chairs. When she turned back around, she was shocked. Ethan was down on one knee, holding out a ring for her to see.
Lainie’s mind was instantly racing. Her voice was caught in her throat. In fact, she felt as though her whole body was frozen still. Time slowed down and suddenly she felt as though she was the only person in the whole world. Ethan Barris’s familiar and curious eyes stared up at her. She blinked multiple times, not believing the sight. Ever since the death of her sister, Lainie had been lonely and depressed. After she had started swapping letters with Ethan, she felt happier and whole again. She took a deep breath, staring at the man in front of