Adrian sat quietly by Ethan's bedside, his fingers tightly clutching the edge of the chair. For the past three days, he had been the only one who could see Ethan's soul floating in and out of his body—talking to him, comforting him, trying to explain that everything would be fine. But to everyone else, Adrian had looked like he was losing his mind, speaking to air, desperately trying to hold on to something that wasn't there.
Now, Ethan's soul had vanished. Adrian's wide eyes darted around the room, searching, panic rising in his chest. He stood up abruptly, stumbling forward. "Ethan?" His voice cracked, barely above a whisper, as he reached out into the empty space. "Ethan! Where are you?"
