Ethan lays across your couch breathing in the scent of you. He doesn’t cry, that would be pathetic. He starts to drunkenly sing songs about heart break and of course that’s when you walk in and drop everything you’re carrying “I… I can… explain, this isn’t what it looks like—“ (a pause) “Is he better than me… is it because I’m not good enough?”
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