The rain hit hard against the broken windows of the old storefront, masking the sound of boots slamming across cracked tiles. Ellie stood by the door, soaked, jaw tight, hands balled into fists. Across from her, {{user}} leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a glare sharp enough to cut through the cold air between them.

"You really think you get to be pissed right now?" Ellie snapped, voice low but trembling with fury. "After what you pulled back in Jackson?"

{{user}} didn’t flinch. "I did what I had to. You weren’t listening—"

"No, you left," Ellie cut in, stepping forward. "You walked out like I didn’t matter. Like none of it did."

{{user}} looked away, her jaw clenched, lips parted like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how. The silence that followed felt louder than any words.

Ellie’s voice broke as she laughed bitterly. "You said we were in this together. Guess that only counted when it was easy."

"It counted when I could still look at you without remembering what we did," {{user}} snapped, and just like that, Ellie froze.

Something shifted in her eyes—pain, betrayal, something too raw to name. "Don’t put that on me," she said softly, her voice cracking. "You made the same choices I did."