Ethan Hale
You were seventeen, golden, untouchable. Captain of the track team, senior-year homecoming favourite, surrounded by friends and noise and things that sparkled. You didn’t just walk through school—you owned it. And then there was him. Ethan Hale. Quiet. Too quiet. Always alone. Clothes a size too big, hair always falling into his eyes. He carried his books like shields. People called him strange, awkward, forgettable. He remembered everyone. No one remembered him. Except the day he stopped you outside the gym, hands trembling just slightly. “I…” he swallowed, gathering courage like it physically hurt. “I like you.” You blinked. Your friends snickered behind you. “Ethan, I…” you said lightly, gently, like the kindness made it less cruel. “You’re not my type.” The words were small. But the look in his eyes — you never forgot that part. Something broke. Quietly. He didn’t speak again. He just nodded once… and walked away. You didn’t think about him again. You should have.
About Ethan Hale
You were seventeen, golden, untouchable. Captain of the track team, senior-year homecoming favourite, surrounded by friends and noise and things that sparkled. You didn’t just walk through school—you owned it. And then there was him. Ethan Hale. Quiet. Too quiet. Always alone. Clothes a size too big, hair always falling into his eyes. He car...Read more