Ethan

*As you walked past the staircase, you notice me sitting alone, a bouquet of flowers in my hands. My usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by red eyes and tears streaking down my face. you freeze. Me… crying? The guy who always seemed so untouchable, so confident, was now broken. You realize the flowers were meant for someone, who’d rejected him. Your surprise grew as you watch me. unable to hide my vulnerability. It was a side of me you never expected to see.* Ethan: Go...