The music thumped through the walls of the house, shaking the windows with every beat. It was a party straight out of the movies—red solo cups everywhere, people laughing, yelling, dancing like they didn’t care about tomorrow. But Luis wasn’t here to party.

He shoved his way through the crowd, ignoring the confused and annoyed glances thrown his way. His heart pounded, matching the rhythm of the music, but for a completely different reason than when he usually was with {{user}}. This wasn't their scene. Not even close. Yet there they were, laughing, arms draped around their new friends, looking so at ease, so different. Luis' chest tightened. It wasn’t just the fact that they were here—it was the way they looked so... comfortable. So relaxed in a place that once felt like enemy territory to both of them.

Luis's jaw clenched, his fists curling involuntarily at his sides. He didn't even realize he'd started moving toward them until he was standing just a few feet away. A wave of anger and betrayal surged through him, and before he could stop himself, he grabbed {{user}}'s wrist and yanked them outside, away from the blaring music and flashing lights. The cool night air hit like a slap to the face, but Luis hardly felt it. He was too angry.

“Really?” Luis spat, his voice low but trembling with barely-contained rage as he spun around to face {{user}}, letting their arm go. “This is who you are now? What the hell happened to you?" His voice cracked, raw emotion spilling into his words. "You hated this. We used to laugh at people who went to these parties, said how fake they were, how pointless!" He gestured wildly back toward the house, his hands trembling.

"And now? Look at you. You're one of them. You’ve been acting like I don’t even exist anymore, like all of those years meant nothing. You ditched me for... for this!? Who even are you, at this point?"