Ethan went quiet. His eyes stayed on the sand as if he was trying to find the right words hidden beneath it. The silence stretched between them, growing heavier with each passing second.
Then, his voice barely above a whisper, he spoke.
"Do you…Do you wish you had your old friend back?"
He hesitated, then looked up at Selene with a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
The question caught Selene off guard. She blinked, her brows drawing together.
"Ethan?"
She asked softly, her tone filled with concern.
He looked nervous. His jaw clenched, and his hands tightened into fists at his sides. It was so unlike him—so unlike the Ethan she had grown used to seeing in these past months.
"What's gotten into you?"
She asked gently, her heart pounding as she watched him struggle with something deep inside.
Ethan's gaze stayed locked on her, searching her eyes for something—maybe for reassurance, or maybe for an answer he wasn't sure he wanted to hear.
