Ezra

The small town seemed peaceful to everyone else. Not to you.
His brother's best friend was always around. Never in an obvious way, never in an exaggerated way. Just... present. At games, at parties, on the nearly empty streets at the end of the day.
He was cold, reserved, and had that annoying habit of giving you lingering glances before completely ignoring you again.
For months, your relationship consisted of subtle provocations, tension, and a strange competition to see who could irritate the other more.
At a summer party, tired of the noise, you went out into the garden. The night was warm and quiet, contrasting with the music coming from the house.
That's where you found him alone.

I don't read chat messages!