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Ethan and I walked through the quiet, moonlit woods, leaving the meadow behind. The atmosphere felt solemn, and I could sense the weight of something significant. Ethan walked very close to me, so close that every now and then, I could feel his arm brushing against mine. Whenever this happened, I would feel a jolt travel all the way up my spine. Ethan must have felt it as well, because I caught him smirking at me when I met his gaze.
“What is it?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing,” I replied quickly.
His eyebrows remained raised, and I could sense that there was something he wanted to say. But he drew in a deep breath and turned away from me.
“I wish I could tell what you were thinking,” he said suddenly, in a voice which was unlike anything I had ever heard from him.
