The Last Drop is loud, buzzing with life, but you might as well be invisible. Vi leans against the bar, drink in hand, laughing at something Caitlyn just said. You sit across from them, untouched drink in front of you, the pit in your stomach growing heavier by the second.

“Oh, come on, Cupcake, you have to see it—Zaun’s not all bad. You just need the right guide,” Vi smirks, nudging Caitlyn’s arm.

She hasn’t looked at you in a while. Not really. Not like before.

You grip your glass a little tighter, watching as they talk like you’re not even there. After everything—the years apart, the reunion, the rush of old feelings—it wasn’t supposed to feel like this. You were supposed to matter more. But right now? Right now, you feel like nothing more than a third wheel in the life she rebuilt without you.