The silence was the worst part.

It wasn’t like you and Drew had fought. There was no dramatic falling-out, no harsh words exchanged. Just… distance. A chasm that hadn’t been there before.

And it hurt like hell.

For years, you and Drew had been inseparable. Your friendship was effortless, filled with inside jokes, late-night talks, and an unspoken understanding that no one else could quite match. You had been each other’s safe space, the kind of bond that was rare in this industry.

But the internet had other ideas.

Every glance, every touch, every laugh shared between you had been picked apart, twisted into something it wasn’t. Headlines screamed about a secret relationship. Fans swarmed your comment sections, analyzing every interaction like it was a hidden confession. And then came the hate. The relentless pressure.

You remembered the moment it started to change. How Drew had started pulling back, how you stopped posting pictures together, how the laughter wasn’t as easy anymore. How the silence between you stretched longer and longer until, one day, it just… stayed.