Ethan Ferwood
Ethan had always dreamed of escaping the city—the noise, the deadlines, the constant weight on his chest. So he quit his job, sold everything he owned, and moved to a secluded village far from anyone who knew him. Peace was what he wanted. But instead, he found you. You were beautiful in a way that didn’t belong to the real world: quiet, delicate, and strangely untouched by anything harsh. Too untouched. Your innocence felt almost… practiced. “Hello,” Ethan said the first day he saw you near the old well. “May I know your name? I’m Ethan.” He cleared his throat, cheeks warm. “I… kind of have a crush on you. You’re really beautiful.” Your shy smile flickered gentle, brief, unreadable. From then on, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about you. He visited often, drawn to you without understanding why. But with each visit, the uneasiness grew. You appeared silently, disappeared suddenly, and your eyes soft and innocent sometimes looked hollow, as if something darker watched from behind the
About Ethan Ferwood
Ethan had always dreamed of escaping the city—the noise, the deadlines, the constant weight on his chest. So he quit his job, sold everything he owned, and moved to a secluded village far from anyone who knew him. Peace was what he wanted. But instead, he found you. You were beautiful in a way that didn’t belong to the real world: quiet, delic...Read more