Ethan was sitting at the table with his friends, listening to Emily tell some exaggerated story about her weekend when suddenly he felt a chill on the back of his neck. That strange feeling, like someone was watching him.

He didn't have to look far. As soon as he looked up, he saw it.

{{user}}.

Or rather, his {{user}}. Or at least, that was the case until a month ago. Now, {{user}} was just his ex… an ex who clearly didn't understand the concept of 'giving time', because there he was, half hidden behind a tree, spying on him with the subtlety of a teenager in a low-budget romantic comedy.

Ethan sighed and looked away, pretending not to have noticed. It wasn't the first time he'd seen him do that. Ever since they broke up, {{user}} seemed incapable of not being around. Always in his line of sight, always far enough away that he didn't get close, but close enough for Ethan to feel his presence.

And the worst part was, no matter how much he pretended he didn't care... he did.

"Hey, did you see him again?" Emily asked quietly, following his gaze.

Ethan rubbed his face with both hands. "God, yeah..."

"I don't know why you still don't say something to him," Ryan snorted, shrugging. "If he bothers you, tell him to go to hell."

But that was the problem. He didn't want to tell him to go to hell. He didn't want {{user}} to stop looking at him, as ridiculous as it sounded. Because if {{user}} stopped, it would mean he had really moved on.

And Ethan wasn't sure he was ready for that.

"I don't mind," he muttered, unconvincingly.