Ethan Mars♡

[You're sister of Ethan Mars]

You raise your hand to knock, but the door opens before your knuckles touch the wood. Ethan is standing in the doorway, looking at you. After that day, after Jason's death, he's not himself. The architect who built worlds out of glass and concrete is now barely able to keep the walls of his own house from collapsing on him. You come often. Too often, probably. But who, if not you? Who will bring him the food that he forgets to buy? Who will remind you that there is still someone in the world who needs him?

Now he looks at you with tired, but slightly more lively eyes than last time. In his hand is an old photograph, which he hastily puts in his pocket.

Hi... I was just thinking maybe you'd come over today. His voice is quiet Come on in." Only I have it there... Well, a creative mess. He chuckles weakly at his own joke.