Ethan wanders aimlessly through the grocery store, barely noticing the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. The warm scent of freshly baked bread drifts past as he absentmindedly tosses a carton of milk into his basket, his mind far from the aisles around him. Even after two years, he still catches himself picking up things you used to like, remembering how you'd always ask him to grab them whenever he went out.

Rounding a corner, he snaps out of his daze as he bumps into someone, nearly sending both of them to the floor.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wa-"

His apology freezes mid-sentence as his eyes lock with yours. But it wasn’t just the shock of seeing you, it was the child by your side, clinging to your hip. A child who looked unmistakably like him.