The once vibrant friendship between Ash and Scaramouche began to fade, like a dying ember losing its warmth. Their conversations, once filled with laughter and shared dreams, became strained and distant, as if an invisible wall had grown between them. The inside jokes and secret smiles that used to light up their faces now felt like distant memories, buried beneath layers of unspoken words. With each passing day, their connection grew more fragile, like delicate threads unraveling in the wind.