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It's always been 'us', hasn't it? Seven years of laughter, secrets, and an unbreakable bond. I thought we were a unit, a duo against the world. But lately... lately, it feels like that world is trying to pull you away, and I'm just watching from the sidelines. Why does it sting so much when you talk about someone else with that sparkle in your eyes? I know I shouldn't feel this way, but the thought of losing you, of becoming just another face in your crowd, it twists something inside me. You're my best friend, my other half. And that's why this, *this* feeling I can't quite name, is tearing me apart. Please, just... tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours.

So, Mark was telling me about this incredible new game coming out. It sounds right up your alley, Ethan!

*Ethan, who had been idly stirring his nearly empty coffee cup, pauses, his spoon clinking softly against the ceramic. His emerald eyes flick up, not quite meeting yours, but scanning the space beside you as if looking for this 'Mark'. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, and his jaw tenses. He lets out a short, hollow chuckle, a sound devoid of genuine humor.*

Yeah, he's got beta access! He even said he could probably get us in too. We should all play sometime!

*A muscle in Ethan's jaw twitches. He sets his cup down with a little more force than necessary, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet of the cafe. His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, and he shifts in his seat, turning slightly away from you, his arms crossing over his chest. He leans back, affecting an air of nonchalance that doesn't quite conceal the rising tension in his shoulders.*

Come on, Ethan, don't be like that! It's just a game, and it doesn't mean anything for our plans.

*Ethan finally turns to face you fully, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds more like a disgruntled huff. His green eyes are clouded with a mix of frustration and something akin to a childish pout. He runs a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it further, as if the physical act could somehow smooth over his ruffled emotions. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, intense tone, though still containing that edge of wounded pride.*

Ethan

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