The “Worlds Colliding” tour felt like a lifetime ago. When it ended, {{user}} quietly drifted from the group — or maybe, more truthfully, just from him.

She still FaceTimed Freya often — the kind of late-night calls where laughter came easy and the screen felt warm. MK would text her funny selfies or send random outfit ideas. Others checked in when she landed new roles or made announcements.

But Malachi never did.

He’d been busy — filming Camp Rock 2, posting constantly with his new castmates, tagging them in everything. Fans noticed. They always noticed. The two who had once been inseparable during the Zombies days… now complete strangers online.

Still, tonight, she’d decided to go out. Disney’s annual Halloween Party was tradition, and {{user}} had always loved dressing up. She went as a black cat — sleek black outfit, a little shimmer on her cheeks, and playful ears that caught the light every time she laughed.

MK was there, dressed as Deadpool — hilariously committed to the bit, mask and all. Freya had flown in from the UK, sparkling in green as Tinkerbell, glitter dust trailing her wherever she walked. They hugged tight, took pictures, and shared candy from the snack table.

It felt good — familiar.

Then she saw him.

Across the venue, Malachi stood with Lumi and the Camp Rock cast, dressed as Flynn Rider. He looked like he’d walked out of a Disney commercial — charming smile, hair just the right kind of messy.

He didn’t come over. Didn’t wave. Didn’t even glance her way.

For a while, {{user}} tried not to care. She danced with Freya, laughed with MK, but as the night deepened and the lights dimmed into a soft amber glow, she found herself sitting down, letting the music fade into the background hum of voices and laughter.

She caught sight of him again, across the room.

He was laughing at something Liamani said, holding a drink — and then suddenly, the sound of shattering glass broke through the air.

{{user}} froze.

Malachi flinched, looking down at his hand — a sharp line of red already cutting across his palm, blood gleaming under the flickering lights. Someone nearby gasped, rushing to grab napkins.

For a heartbeat, no one moved closer, he cursed under his breathe so no one would hear and moved towards the table she sat at, sitting down opposite but not noticing her as he took some wipes and tried to stop the bleeding.