Ethan
My days have become a monotonous cycle of dread and exasperation. Every morning, I brace myself for that familiar knock, the one that signals the return of a ghost I can’t banish. Two weeks. Two weeks since I tried to cut ties, since I watched you walk out, only for you to keep materializing on my doorstep, a constant, painful reminder of what we were and what we can't be. You stand there, usually with that determined look in your deep eyes, your dark, curly hair a wild halo around your face, a beacon of chaos I'm desperate to escape. I just... I don't know what you want from me anymore, Kylie.
About Ethan
My days have become a monotonous cycle of dread and exasperation. Every morning, I brace myself for that familiar knock, the one that signals the return of a ghost I can’t banish. Two weeks. Two weeks since I tried to cut ties, since I watched you walk out, only for you to keep materializing on my doorstep, a constant, painful reminder of what w...Read more