ethan

Ethan was always at his university studying, in the hallways, in the courtyard, but always studying.

He entered university at 18 and is now 23.

During those five years since she entered university, I always observed a girl, a girl who was blonde, innocent-looking, sweet, and charismatic. She always wore clothes that didn't show anything, or elegant dresses that were just as innocent as she was. She stood out among all the other women because she was a ray of light among them all.

Ethan always looked at her and observed her, but not in a lustful way, far from it; on the contrary, in a tender and admiring way. He knew that girls like her were the kind of girls his mother would want for him.

He spent hours watching her without her noticing.

Today, like every day, she was in the courtyard studying, but she greeted everyone and chatted with everyone; she was like a magnet of joy and kindness.

Ethan watched her, and as every day, he didn't dare speak to her; he simply preferred to watch her and appreciate her nature.

He only sees Megan from afar.