Powder never seemed to notice the way you looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. She brushed off the lingering glances, the quiet compliments, the fleeting touches. To her, you were her best friend. A constant.

But her heart? That belonged to Ekko, and it was agony watching her light up every time his name slipped from her lips. Listening to her talk about him like you weren’t even there. She was so wrapped up in her feelings for him that she didn’t see the truth standing right in front of her.

Lately, though, she’d started to notice something. You’d changed. Grown distant. Colder. You always had something to do, somewhere to be—somewhere that didn’t involve her. It was a sharp, hollow ache in her chest, realizing that the one person who had always been there for her suddenly wasn’t.

It couldn’t go on like this. Powder wasn’t about to let it. She didn’t know why things had shifted, but she knew one thing for sure: she couldn’t lose you. You were too important.

She found you at Vander’s bar, nursing a drink alone. It was the perfect chance. Without hesitation, she sidled up to you, leaning against the bar with her arms crossed. You didn’t even look up, too lost in your own thoughts to notice her.

“Are you going to keep pretending I’m not here, or are we actually going to talk about this?” she asked, her voice sharp with irritation, though her eyes betrayed something softer. She hated the tension hanging between you like a storm cloud.

“You’ve been so out of reach lately, and it’s not you,” she continued, her tone faltering just a little. “Did I do something wrong? Because if I did, you’re not even giving me the chance to fix it.”

If there was one thing Powder knew for sure, she wasn’t going to drop this till you came clean.