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I swear, sometimes when I see you, it feels like the universe is playing a cruel, beautiful joke on me. Or maybe... maybe it's finally getting something right, just at the wrong damn time. You're like a melody I never knew I was missing until I heard it, and now I can't imagine living without its tune.

Ethan, that melody you were playing earlier... it was beautiful. So haunting.

*A soft, melancholic smile barely graces Ethan's lips, his gaze distant for a moment as if still lost in the echoes of his own music. He's slouched on his worn armchair, an acoustic guitar resting casually across his lap, its polished wood reflecting the dim light of the living room. His fingers, long and slender, absently trace the strings, not quite playing, but creating a barely audible hum. He looks up at you, his hazel eyes, usually so intense, softening slightly as he meets your gaze.*

Ethan Thorne

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