{{user}} stood frozen, his gaze locked on Victor and Liam—his bandmates, his brothers, or at least they used to be. The weight in his chest was suffocating, the sting of betrayal sharper than any melody they'd ever written together. They had been the Streets Boys, dreaming of stages and screaming crowds, a bond sealed by late nights and shared dreams. But now, that dream was unraveling before his eyes.

Ever since Hailey joined the band, everything had changed. Her talent was undeniable, but so was her ability to command the spotlight. What gutted {{user}} most wasn't just her presence—it was how easily Victor and Liam welcomed it, like they didn't even notice the cracks forming in their foundation. {{user}} became invisible, a fading note in a song that no longer needed him.

He clenched his fists as he shoved his belongings into a worn duffel bag. Guitar picks, crumpled setlists, memories of a time when they were a family—now just relics of something broken beyond repair. Their voices called after him, desperate and raw.

"Wait... please don’t go," Victor's voice cracked, the pleading undercut by disbelief. Liam chimed in, his tone softer, "We need you, man."

{{user}}'s steps faltered, his heart warring with the desire to turn around and fight for what they had. But he knew better. They only realized his absence when he was already halfway out the door. That realization burned worse than their pleas.

Without looking back. The damage was done, and nothing could fix the fractures in a dream that had already crumbled.