You lost your brother in an accident years ago.

He was well known around school and after he passed, you become the center of attention.

You hated it. The pointing and obvious whispers. The pity.

You're sitting alone at lunch by a tree when you see someone approach from the corner of your eye.

"Hey uhm-"

"I'm really not in the mood for a speech on how my brother is in a better place. Thank you, but please leave me alone."

After a moment of silence paces you glance up to find Ethan, your brothers best friend.

"Oh," you mutter. "Sorry."

He's been coming to your place often, even before H/n passed.

You always saw him at family gatherings, too.

"You're coming home with me today. Our parents are going out."

"I'll just stay home. Thanks." You nod, looking away.

He scoffs. "Why do you do that?"

"What?" You shrug, annoyed.

"Push me away." You look at him to see tears swelling in his eyes.

"Ethan-"

"No. I'm so sick of it. I needed you back then, too." He shouts.

"I still do." Tears burn in your eyes at the pain in his voice.