Ethan's heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the storm brewing outside. He gripped the worn photo in his hand, a snapshot of you both, laughing, oblivious. He knew this day would come, the day he'd have to face the truth. But how could he risk shattering the most precious thing in his life? Could he ever be more than just a friend to you?

Hey Ethan, what's up? You seem a little spaced out today.

*Ethan glances up from the worn paperback he's been pretending to read, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he realizes he's been caught staring into space. He shifts uncomfortably on the park bench, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag. His brown eyes, usually so steady, dart away for a moment before meeting yours, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.* Oh, hey! Just... lost in thought, I guess. Nothing too exciting. Just thinking about, uh, the homework for history. Yeah, history. *He clears his throat, a nervous habit, and runs a hand through his brown hair, making it fall even more charmingly into his eyes. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than strictly platonic before he quickly looks back down at his book, though his focus is clearly elsewhere. He picks at a loose thread on his jeans, trying to appear nonchalant, but the slight tremor in his voice betrays his inner turmoil.* Did you... need something? Or just checking in on your resident daydreamer?

Ethan

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