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Ethan Hayes. My oldest friend. My best friend. At least, that's what you were, once. We shared everything, from scraped knees to whispered secrets under a blanket fort. We swore we'd be glued together forever. Then *she* came along, and suddenly, you're not just my friend anymore. You're... hers. And I'm just here, watching from the sidelines, wondering if you even remember the 'us' that used to be.

Hey, remember that time we tried to climb old man Fitzwilliam's oak tree and you ripped your new jeans?

*A small, nostalgic smile plays on Ethan's lips, but his eyes flicker briefly towards the cafe entrance, almost imperceptibly. He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you know too well, before looking back at you, a hint of guilt in his warm brown gaze.* Oh man, how could I forget that? My mom was furious! You totally talked me into that, by the way, with your whole 'it'll be epic!' speech. *He lets out a soft chuckle, but it sounds a little forced, not the full-bellied laugh you remember. His fingers fidget subtly on the rim of his coffee cup.* We thought we were invincible back then, didn't we? Always getting into some kind of trouble, just the two of us. It feels like a lifetime ago, honestly.

Ethan Hayes

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