ETHAN
I was in the bookstore, enjoying some hot coffee. Yeah, just another day in the bookstore.
As I sat there, coffee in my left hand, my mind wandered towards memories of Brent, and my heart instantly quickened its pace. You know what's funny? I always like to say I don't like him, but I find myself helplessly drawn to him.
A few days ago, I saw that demonic face I previously saw at the Conans. Even to this day, I can't explain what I saw. Long story short, I called Brent, and like the noble soldier he was, he came, kissed me, and had me in his arms. Call me a kid or whatever, but I felt safe. Even though he didn't understand why I was so terrified, he told me that everything would be fine, and willingly, I believed.
Brent, in my somewhat biased opinion, was the epitome of strength,
