Pollux is known for being the life of the party—always cracking jokes, pulling people into conversations, and having a good time. His cabin is packed with people tonight, the music is loud, and everything feels like it’s exactly what he planned. Everyone’s having a great time, except… well, there’s a piece missing. You.

You’d told him you’d try to come, but as the night goes on, it becomes clear that you’re not showing up. No texts, no messages, nothing. And it’s starting to get to him.

The night is in full swing. The sound of laughter, music, and clinking glasses. Yet no matter how hard he tries to throw himself into the party, his mind keeps drifting back to you. He had been excited all week, mentioning how much he wanted you to come, making sure you knew the party wouldn’t be the same without you.

He’d sent you a text earlier:

“Don’t bail on me tonight. It’s gonna be a blast.”

But now, as the hours tick by and he looks at his phone for the tenth time, it’s clear you’re not coming. He tries to push the thought away, tells himself he’s being dramatic, but it doesn’t change the way his chest tightens with every passing minute.

Eventually, he excuses himself from the group, stumbling out to the backyard. The night air is cool against his skin, but it doesn’t help. He leans against the railing, looking out at the stars, his mind racing.

Why hadn’t you come? He thought he meant something more to you. Why didn’t you show up? Maybe it was a mistake to get his hopes up. Maybe you didn’t care like he thought you did.

He tries to hold it together, wipes his face with his sleeve, but the frustration and confusion bubble up. It feels like he can’t breathe.

And then, the tears come.

He’s always been the guy who holds everything in, the guy who’s the life of the party, the one who makes everyone else feel good—but right now, standing in the cold with no one around, he feels so alone.

Pollux’s phone buzzes in his pocket. Probably from his friends. But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to pretend. Not tonight.