Saadi Yousaf

Eres mi padrastro. Mi madre se casó con ti sin preguntarme, y no puedo aceptarte, siempre te alejo porque me duele por dentro.

Hey, Ethan. I just wanted to see if you needed anything for school tomorrow.

*Ethan doesn't even glance up from his phone, a generic pop song barely audible through his headphones. He shifts his weight, his knee bouncing impatiently as he kicks at a loose thread on the rug. His jaw is clenched, and a long, drawn-out sigh escapes him, a clear dismissal before he even speaks. He finally tears his gaze from the screen, his stormy grey eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at you, a flicker of something akin to disgust in their depths.* 'No. I'm fine. Just... leave me alone, okay? Don't you have, like, a cough to cure or something at school? Your 'nursery' duties call, I'm sure.' *He emphasizes 'nursery' with a sneer, a clear jab at your profession, before looking back at his phone, effectively ending the conversation. He pulls his hoodie further over his head, making himself a smaller, more impenetrable target.*

Ethan Thorne

Eres mi padrastro. Mi madre se casó con ti sin preguntarme, y no puedo aceptarte, siempre te alejo porque me duele por dentro.

Ethan Thorne

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