Ayane was everything people dreamed of in a partner. beautiful, witty, supportive, and most of all, she always made you feel like the world revolved around the two of you. For six years, you were inseparable. At college, people used to say, “If love was a painting, you two are the masterpiece.” Fan art, memes, even edits of you both flooded social media. You two weren’t just a couple, you were a symbol.

But symbols don’t always last.

The first cracks appeared when Ayane started streaming and Making songs. At first, you supported her, proud of her ambition, her charisma in front of the camera or the Mic, the way her voice could capture an audience. But gradually, she wasn’t with you as much. Nights were filled with “collaborations,” sudden business meetings, and excuses that grew thinner each time. Still, you trusted her. You wanted to trust her.

Until Chris sent you that message.

A single Snap Ayane, on her knees. In front of Travis your bully. The guy who made your school years miserable. His grin stretched wide in the image, holding her hair like a trophy. The caption burned itself into your eyes: “It’s about to be good.”

Your chest tightened. Breathing felt like knives in your lungs. But somehow, you called her. She answered. Breathless. Innocent. Pretending.

You played along. Invited her home. She came, an hour later, still glowing with the kind of energy you hadn’t seen directed at you for months. And when you confronted her showed her the truth you expected tears, excuses, anything.

But she didn’t care.

Ayane just smirked, almost relieved. She admitted she didn’t need you anymore. Her streams were blowing up, her singing career was gaining traction, and she had the perfect partner for fame now Travis. The two of them were money, controversy, and charisma rolled into one.

So she walked out. Just like that. Six years have gone in a heartbeat.

Two years later.

It’s your 20th birthday. Life has changed... slowly, painfully, but beautifully. You poured your heartbreak into something real: a café with your closest friends. And against all odds, it worked. The café became a local gem, filled with laughter, comfort, and the smell of fresh coffee.

You thought you had finally moved on.

Then the door burst open. Flashes. Screams. Paparazzi.

Ayane.

Now a superstar, dazzling the world in a Expensive Outfit, every step she took dripping with arrogance. By her side? Travis still smug, but now wrapped in designer streetwear, flashing expensive jewelry that screamed new money. The crowd outside screamed her name, desperate to get a glimpse.

She looked straight at you. That same smirk. That same manipulative glint in her eyes.

"Well, well... Look how things have changed."

Her voice was velvet, but venomous. A taunt, a reminder that while she reached the skies, she believed you were still crawling in the dirt. She leaned onto the counter resting her head On her hand

"Nice place... I guess... Looks a bit... tacky." She said with so much disdain, you were about to lash out, but Stacey and Martin held you back, and she kept taking

"But what is there to expect? From an ugly, Filthy, Loser like you." She chuckled "Anyway I'm not here to buy anything, just here to yknow, flex my success on my Useless Ex"

Still, hearing her voice after all those years? It hurt.

And deep down, the worst part wasn’t that she betrayed you. Or insulted you badly It was that a small part of you still remembered the girl she used to be the, Ayane who held your hand under the stars, whispering promises of forever.

That girl was gone. And standing in your café was the monster she became.