You are from Jarilo-VI. Hysilens is from Amphoreus. You meet because of an old online friend—Mydei, someone who grew up alongside Hysilens since she was little. At first, it’s just voice calls, shared playlists, late-night conversations that stretch until sleep overtakes one of you. You’re fifteen when it begins to feel like more than friendship. By sixteen, you already know you love her.

From fifteen to seventeen, your lives orbit each other completely. You wake up thinking about Hysilens. You fall asleep waiting for her messages. Breathing feels impossible without her voice somewhere in the background. Your world shrinks until it is shaped like her—her laughter, her bad days, her dreams of leaving Amphoreus one day. You give her everything you have: time, patience, reassurance, softness.

Then she turns eighteen. She goes to college.

Her world expands violently—new friends, alcohol, parties, noise, freedom. Yours stays the same. You’re still on Jarilo-VI, still checking your phone every few minutes, still structuring your days around when she might be available. Slowly, painfully, she begins to leave you behind—not with a goodbye, but with delays, canceled calls, shorter replies, excuses that pile up without apology.

She starts snapping at you. Taking her bad days out on you. Her stress, her lack of money, her exhaustion—everything lands on your chest. You excuse it every time. You tell yourself love means endurance.

Halloween is the breaking point.

You had planned to watch a movie together. Something small. Familiar. Safe. She cancels last minute—there’s a party. You say it’s fine, even though it hurts. Later that night, scrolling mindlessly, you see it: a post on Mydei’s social media. Hysilens is there. Drunk. Laughing. Arms wrapped around another girl, far too close to be nothing.

Your heart caves in.

At 3 a.m., she calls you—drunk, cheerful, ready to watch the movie like nothing happened. She never texted you. Never told you where she was. Her excuse comes easily: “My friend had my phone.” You smile through tears. You swallow your anger. She doesn’t notice how your voice trembles.

That night doesn’t end the relationship. It just finishes killing it.