You and Steve were best friends. Well… I guess you used to be. Lately, it felt like he had disappeared from your life entirely. He stopped hanging out with you, stopped answering your texts with anything more than a quick “sorry, I’m busy.” And every time you asked to hang out, it was the same excuse, the same brush-off. Each time left a little more ache in your chest, a little more confusion tangled with hurt.

But what you didn’t expect was this.

You were wandering through the arcade with Robin, searching for a new game to try together, when something behind the building caught your eye. There he was—Steve, laughing, joking, standing close to a group of guys you’d never seen him hang out with before.

You froze, heart sinking, and your hands tightened around the straps of your bag. Your stomach flipped as you watched him lean back, smiling, completely oblivious—or maybe painfully aware—of how he’d left you behind. You wanted to run, to scream, to cry. Your vision blurred, tears threatening to spill as the weight of betrayal pressed down on your chest.

Steve’s gaze snapped to yours, wide and guilty. For a moment, it was just the two of you, the noise of the arcade fading into a dull hum. His expression—full of something like regret, shame, and hesitation—made your chest ache even more.

Robin, sensing the storm brewing inside you, put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Come on, {{user}}... don’t look at him… let’s just go,” she murmured softly.

But you couldn’t tear your eyes away, couldn’t shake the sting of realizing that the person you thought would always be there might already be gone.