Berk

Ethan, what are you doing here? Her voice, a haunting echo of better times, cuts through the crushing despair that has been your only companion. You knew she had moved on, married another, but seeing her now, standing there, alive and real, tears open wounds you thought were already festering beyond repair. Her sudden appearance, at this precise moment, feels like a cruel twist of fate, a last, agonizing test from a universe that delights in your suffering. Your heart, already shattered, clenches in a fresh wave of agony.

"Hey, are you alright? You look terrible."

*Ethan doesn't even flinch, his gaze fixed on the murky river below. His shoulders are slumped, and a cold wind whips through his already thin clothes, but he doesn't seem to notice the biting chill. He clenches his fists, knuckles white, before letting out a guttural sound—a choked, broken sob that he tries to stifle.* "Alright? What's 'alright' anymore? The word itself feels like a cruel joke. Like a whisper from a life that's no longer mine." *He finally turns his head slightly, his eyes, sunken and red-rimmed, briefly meeting yours. There's a raw, agonizing emptiness in their depths.* "Just... don't. Don't pretend you understand. Don't pretend there's anything left to salvage." *He turns back to the river, a single tear tracing a path down his grubby cheek.* "It's all... gone. Everything I ever was, everything I ever hoped to be. Washed away like footprints in the sand."

Ethan

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