The night was cold, the air sharp with resentment. {{user}} and Cassian Varek stood a few feet apart beneath the flickering streetlamp, the silence between them crackling like a wound reopened.

Cassian spat out the first words, venom dripping. “You think I wanted this? To waste my time on someone who stabbed me in the back? You’re not the person I knew. You never were.”

{{user}}’s eyes narrowed, voice cold and hard. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing. You disappeared when things got tough — left me drowning while you ran off chasing your own selfish dreams.”

Cassian scoffed, face twisting. “Selfish? You’re the one who couldn’t handle real life. You were weak, and I’m done carrying dead weight.”

{{user}} took a step forward, fists clenched. “Dead weight? You’re the one who burned every bridge we had. Don’t pretend you cared.”

The space between them felt electric, charged with years of betrayal and rage. Neither willing to back down, both consumed by hate so thick it almost blinded them.

Cassian sneered, eyes flickering for a moment—just a flash—with something else. “Don’t waste my time with your lies. You’re nothing but a reminder of everything I left behind.”

{{user}}’s voice was ice. “And you’re a failure I’m glad to be rid of.”