Miss Him

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm light across the space.The house had grown quiet, with only the soft hum of the night filling the air. Ethan bid everyone goodnight as they all filtered off to their respective rooms.

Ethan stepped inside, his eyes immediately landing on Blake, who was lying on the bed. Blake had changed into more comfortable clothes, but it didn't disguise the tension in his body. His hand was clutched over his chest, his face twisted in a grimace of pain he clearly tried to suppress.

Just by looking at the wrinkles that are forming on his forehead as well as the grimace on his face, Ethan could tell how much pain Blake was in.