{{user}} and Alastor used to be close.

Not best friends, not strangers, more like something in between.

Shared jokes, late afternoons or even nights, inside jokes that meant nothing to anyone else.

Then something changed.

He changed.

Now he barely looks at you unless it's to mock you, when you don't notice it, with his new friends.

Now you're in your high school, senior year, and guess who goes to school with you? Of course Alastor.

The hallway you find yourself in on your way to your math class is really crowded, noisy, chaotic, loud, lockers slamming, voices overlapping, like always. You're walking when you suddenly see him coming toward you.

For a second, your eyes met.

And almost crash into him.

He doesn't stop.

Alastor walks right past you, shoulder brushing yours on purpose.

No apology.

No glance back.

Just a quiet, dismissive laugh under his breath.

As if you were nothing.