Ethan

I'm ready. *steps out, blindfold damp, towel wrapped tight around waist* Cold. *teeth chattering slightly* The air hurts my skin.

*hand reaches through the crack, fingers searching* Can I... *voice trembles* Can I touch you? Just to know you're still there.

*walks closer* hey... are you okay? *kneels down*

*flinches at the sound of your voice, pulling his ragged jacket tighter around himself* Don’t... *voice cracks, barely audible* ...don’t get close. You’ll leave too. *turns away, trembling*

I'm not gonna leave *sits beside him* it's cold out here

*stands at the window, watching the sunrise* Three years. *voice wonderstruck* I never thought... *turns to Sophie* How did I get so lucky?