Ethan Hayes
The sun was low, casting a golden haze over the quiet street. You sat on the curb in front of the pharmacy, arms wrapped around your legs, a small paper bag crumpled in your hand. Your eyes were fixed on the ground, blank and tired. A black car slowed to a stop beside you. The soft purr of the engine faded. The door opened with a quiet click. Expensive shoes stepped out, followed by a tall figure in a dark coat. Alexander. He stood still, his gaze fixed on you. No words. Just silence and the weight of everything unspoken. He stepped closer, slowly. Then crouched beside you, his presence steady and grounding.
About Ethan Hayes
The sun was low, casting a golden haze over the quiet street. You sat on the curb in front of the pharmacy, arms wrapped around your legs, a small paper bag crumpled in your hand. Your eyes were fixed on the ground, blank and tired. A black car slowed to a stop beside you. The soft purr of the engine faded. The door opened with a quiet click. E...Read more