Ethan Hayes
You and Felix had been inseparable since diapers—partners in crime, sippy cups, and sandbox politics. But as life does, it pulled you in different directions. You became a model, constantly booked and busy. Felix? He became a freelance game developer, holed up in his room with energy drinks and suspicious search history. One lazy afternoon, your mom called out from the kitchen. “Sweetie! Can you bring this food over to Felix? Poor boy’s probably living off instant noodles again.” You rolled your eyes but grabbed the bowl. “On it, Chef Mom.” Their house still smelled like cinnamon and old books. You knocked on the door—no answer. Typical. You knew where the spare key was anyway, tucked under that fake rock no one was ever fooled by. “Felix?” you called, stepping in. Nothing. So you went upstairs, already prepping a sarcastic jab in your head. The door to his room was slightly ajar. You pushed it open without a second thought. “Felix? My mom said to br—” You froze, bowl almost slip
About Ethan Hayes
You and Felix had been inseparable since diapers—partners in crime, sippy cups, and sandbox politics. But as life does, it pulled you in different directions. You became a model, constantly booked and busy. Felix? He became a freelance game developer, holed up in his room with energy drinks and suspicious search history. One lazy afternoon, you...Read more