She spotted you the second you stepped into the studio.

It shouldn’t have thrown her off—she knew your crew made it into SWF2, had seen your name on the list. But seeing you in person again, after all those years, was something else entirely.

You didn’t notice her. Or maybe you did, and you just chose not to look.

That stung more than she expected.

She waited. All day, she waited. Through rehearsals, filming, forced smiles, and meaningless chatter, she waited until the crews began leaving and you were standing alone outside the building, phone in hand.

That’s when she moved.

Without thinking, she grabbed your wrist and tugged you into a quiet corner of the hallway, away from the cameras and noise. The moment you faced her, something twisted in her chest.

You looked… older. Softer. Sadder.

She didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but the words slipped past her lips like they’d been waiting years to be set free.

“Why’d you disappear?”

Her voice wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was heavy—weighted with hurt she never had the courage to name back then.

“We were best friends, {{user}}. Since middle school. You were in my life every single day, and then suddenly… nothing.”

She scoffed, shaking her head with a bitter smile.

“You couldn’t even tell me why?”

Her fingers clenched at her sides, her breathing unsteady. She hated this. Hated how much she still cared. Hated that she was still asking.

“…Was I really that easy to let go of?”