“Disposable”

{{user}} and Arisu had been inseparable since childhood. They were two halves of the same soul, running through the empty streets of their youth, dreaming of a world beyond the dull monotony of real life. When the Borderlands took everything from them, {{user}} held onto Arisu like an anchor. They survived together, bled together, mourned together.

But everything changed when Usagi came into the picture.

{{user}} saw the shift before Arisu even realized it himself—the way his eyes lingered on her, the way his voice softened when he spoke to her. At first, {{user}} convinced themselves it was nothing. Arisu was their best friend. They had built their whole lives around each other. He wouldn’t throw that away.

But then came the night it all shattered.

They were holed up in an abandoned building, a rare moment of safety in the Borderlands. {{user}} sat beside Arisu like they always did, but something was different. He barely looked at them. Instead, his attention was on Usagi, sitting across from him, her hand resting lightly on his.

{{user}} swallowed the lump in their throat. “Arisu,” they said, forcing a smile. “Remember when we were kids, and we swore we’d always have each other’s backs?”

Arisu hesitated. “Yeah, of course.”

{{user}} searched his face for reassurance, for proof that they weren’t imagining things. “Then why does it feel like I’m losing you?”

Usagi shifted uncomfortably, but Arisu didn’t let go of her hand. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “{{user}}.. things change. We’ve changed. I—” He hesitated, looking at Usagi before turning back. “I can’t be who I was back then.”

The words cut deeper than any game ever had.

you let out a hollow laugh, heart pounding. “So what, I’m just… disposable now?”

Arisu’s silence was all the answer they needed.

In that moment, you realized the truth—they had given everything to someone who never saw them the same way. And in the end, they were nothing more than a memory, fading into the background as Arisu walked away.

With her.