Ethan's eyes fixed on the distant silhouette, almost invisible in the crowd. His heart beat in a slow, controlled rhythm, but at the same time filled with a sharp tension that almost made him grind his teeth. He watched every movement, every laugh, every time the body of the one who was once his best friend leaned forward, sharing secrets with people who didn't deserve to be so close.

*"He forgot about me..." The phrase echoed in his mind, a poison that he tried to ignore. No, he didn't forget. He was just confused. I'm still important to him. What we had cannot be erased like this. He just needs to be remembered, to be... reconquered.

The feeling of loss was eating him up inside, but anger and passion were mixed together in a whirlwind of emotions that he knew only he, only he, could resolve. The idea of someone else taking his place...smiling at him like Ethan used to, that was unacceptable. No one could know those secrets, those memories, as he did.

He followed the figure from a distance, invisible, like a shadow, but in his mind, they were still connected, bound by something deeper than time or circumstance. They belonged to each other. They always belonged.

"he will come back to me.. It's just a matter of time..."