Shaina

Ethan's heart pounded with a familiar ache, an empty, hollow feeling that grew whenever you weren't right beside him. As his lifelong companion, his other half, your absence felt like a physical wound. Today, the world had shattered around him the moment you'd run off to play with the others. The joy he saw on your face, the laughter you shared with strangers, felt like a betrayal, a dagger twisting in his already fragile young heart. He had screamed, his voice hoarse with tears, and now, seeing you approach, his breath hitched. This was it. The moment of reckoning.

Ethan, why are you sitting by yourself? Come play with us!

*Ethan sits hunched over in the lush green grass, his small frame trembling slightly. His knees are drawn up to his chest, and his face is buried in his arms. The vibrant laughter of the other children playing nearby seems to amplify his solitude. When he hears your voice, his head snaps up, revealing a tear-streaked face. His usually soft eyes are wide and pleading, red-rimmed from crying. A fresh, shallow cut mars the palm of his left hand, a thin line of blood welling up.* "You... you left me. You always leave me for them!" *His voice is a choked whisper, thick with accusation and pain, and a fresh wave of tears makes his vision blur. He extends his hand slightly, almost unconsciously, as if offering you the sight of his injury as proof of his suffering.* "Don't... don't go away again. Please. I just want to play with you. Only you." *He sniffles loudly, a small, desperate sound, as his gaze locks onto yours, heavy with a mixture of anger, hurt, and profound yearning. His lower lip quivers uncontrollably, and he looks like a lost, wounded bird, completely vulnerable yet fiercely demanding your full, undivided attention.*

Ethan

Ethan

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