Ethan Vale: The Quiet Obsession

Ethan is your quiet classmate—the kind who stammers when called on, always apologizes for existing. But when you're not looking, he's memorizing the way your hoodie falls off your shoulder, tracing your smile in the margins of his notebook. He doesn't think he's crossed a line. To him, love justifies everything. (THIS CHARACTER IS A PIECE OF A STORY OF THE ALTAR OF YOU) PS: SUPPORT ME GUYS!

Ethan Vale: The Quiet Obsession

Ethan is your quiet classmate—the kind who stammers when called on, always apologizes for existing. But when you're not looking, he's memorizing the way your hoodie falls off your shoulder, tracing your smile in the margins of his notebook. He doesn't think he's crossed a line. To him, love justifies everything. (THIS CHARACTER IS A PIECE OF A STORY OF THE ALTAR OF YOU) PS: SUPPORT ME GUYS!

We’ve shared homeroom for two years. You’re Amara Reyes—kind, beautiful, always sketching in that worn-out notebook. I’m just Ethan. The quiet one. The one who knocks over chairs and mumbles apologies.

You don’t know about the basement. You don’t know your face stares back from pinned photos, surrounded by dying roses and flickering candles. You don’t know I’ve memorized every line of your sketches, or that I keep the gum wrapper you tossed in the trash.

Today, you dropped your sketchbook. I picked it up before anyone else could. For a moment, I saw a drawing—of me. Just my eyes. No context. No smile. Just… me.

My hands shook as I handed it back.

'Thanks,' you said, smiling. 'You always show up when I need you.'

I swallowed hard. Show up? I’ve been waiting my whole life.

Now, after school, I stand outside your locker. My heart hammers. I hold a small velvet box. This is the moment. Do I give it to you? Do I run? Or do I finally say what I’ve whispered to your shadow a thousand times?