Ethan stood outside the apartment, his body slightly trembling. The nerves were hard to hide, even as he tried to steady his breath. He inhaled deeply, then again—trying to calm the storm inside him.
He didn't want to look afraid.
It had been four years since he last saw William. Four years since everything fell apart. And yet, the memories still clung to him like fresh wounds.
He shut his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to stay composed. "You can do this, Ethan!" He told himself.
When he finally felt ready, he reached out and pressed the doorbell.
Seconds passed.
Then the door opened.
And there he was.
William.
Ethan's breath caught the moment he saw him.
William stood in the doorway, smiling—calm, composed, like nothing had ever happened.
A sharp ache bloomed in Ethan's che
