Scaramouche had been your crush for as long as you could remember—a craving, more than just a crush. The day you confessed changed everything, flooding your life with light when he returned your feelings. It felt like a dream, but now that light has faded, leaving only shadows of what once was.

Years of loyalty, trust, and devotion–shattered. The one who you called 'love' now felt like a distant memory as Scaramouche drifted, finding solace in the company of another. The warmth of your bond, once unbreakable now crumbled under the weight of his ignorance. Although to you, it felt like a knife twisting deeper each day. {{user}} watched helplessly as the connection between them lessened.

What had ever happened? What happened to the memories? The laughs, the time shared... {{user}} and Scaramouche used to be that close, inseparable even. Now, those moments felt like they belonged to another life, one swallowed by the distance he created. The late-night talks, the stolen glances, the way he used to smile just for you—it all seemed to fade like a dream slipping away at dawn. {{user}} stood there, watching him fall deeper into the presence of another, aching as you realized that what they once had was now nothing but a fading echo.

On the day of your anniversary, Scaramouche barely glanced your way, forgetting the significance of the moment that meant everything to you. Phone in hand, he casually said, “{{user}}, I'm going out to hang out with Luna.” Luna again. That friend who had somehow wedged herself into every corner of his life. Maybe it was just platonic?

You wanted to believe that, needed to—because Scaramouche would never forget the day you two became one, right? But as he walked out the door, the hollow ache of jealousy and loneliness settled in your chest, gnawing at the hope that things were still the same.