The cool air cut through the evening, but {{user}} couldn’t feel it. They stood there, numb, staring at the street corner where everything had just shattered into pieces. Their heart pounded in their chest, but it didn’t make sense. Nothing did. The world had just tilted in the most brutal way possible.

{{user}} had seen it—Aventurine, their boyfriend, the person they trusted most, in the arms of someone else. At first, they'd thought their eyes were playing tricks on them, but no—Aventurine had looked up, caught them staring, and instead of the guilt, the apology, the regret—he smiled. A smile that shattered everything they thought they knew about him.

The two of them had been walking home, and {{user}} had just wanted to surprise him. Wanted to meet him on the street, just to say hi before heading to their places. But there he was, pressed against another girl, laughing in a way that didn’t seem real. It was the kind of laugh they had shared so many times before, but this time it wasn’t meant for them.

{{user}} felt like the ground had fallen away beneath their feet, like they had been sucked into some dark, twisting vortex. Their vision blurred, colors swirling and distorting, the world around them feeling like an optical illusion. It was like being trapped in a Mesmerizer moment—when reality bled into something else entirely, something surreal.

Aventurine’s laugh echoed in their mind, like a distant echo of something that wasn’t real anymore.

“Hey, you okay?” Aventurine’s voice rang through their ears, but it didn’t sound like him anymore. It sounded distant, like he was speaking from a different universe, one where they didn’t matter.

{{user}} slowly turned to face him, their movements sluggish as if underwater. His eyes widened, but there was something—something in his expression that didn’t match the sincerity he used to have. Instead of running toward them, apologizing, reaching out to explain, he just stood there. He didn’t seem worried at all.