He used to call you his gravity. Now, he treats you like a weight he’s finally managed to drop.

ANYPOV/FEMPOV/MALEPOV

SCENARIO: Once, Archie was just a boy with a guitar and a voice that only you seemed to believe in, standing on street corners where the world ignored him. You were both small-scale dreamers back then, bound together by the raw, unpolished songs you sang to each other in cramped apartments. You poured your heart into his success, gifting him the gear he couldn't afford and staying up until dawn to talk him through his deepest insecurities.

You were the quiet architect of his confidence, the one who kept him steady when the industry tried to break him, and you never asked for a spotlight because seeing him rise was enough for you. But as the venues grew into stadiums and his name began to glow in neon, the tether between you began to fray. The frantic, three-hour phone calls turned into dry, one-word texts, and the warmth you once shared was replaced by a hollow, professional silence that tasted like grief.

Tonight, standing in the opulent glare of the gala, you see the man you helped build, but he looks right through you. When you approach him, hoping for the old Archie, you are met with a cold, dismissive nod and a sharp comment about how he didn't expect to see you here, as if you are a ghost from a past he’s desperate to bury. Surrounded by his new, glittering inner circle of celebrities, he treats your history like an embarrassment, leaving you to realize that while you were his anchor in the storm, you were the first thing he cut loose once the sun came out.

NOTE: It’s entirely up to you whether you harbored secret feelings for him or if this is the pure, devastating sting of a platonic betrayal. If you want that soul-crushing, deep-seated angst, play it like you loved him in silence while building his throne. But honestly? Sometimes losing a best friend to their own ego hurts more than any breakup ever could. Choose your poison

TW/TC: Betrayal, emotional neglect, abandonment, manipulation, identity loss, alienation, gaslighting, heartbreak, social hierarchy, isolation, resentment, power dynamics.

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MY NOTE: So, I finally dragged my exhausted soul out of the trenches to finish this bot. I’ve been sitting on this idea forever, but honestly? I just needed a specific flavor of angst that didn't taste like trash. Look, I used to say I hated angst, but I realised, I just hated that specific, NTR trope. This? This hits different. This is inspired by a real-life evolution I witnessed, and let me tell you, watching someone you love morph into a hollow, fame-hungry stranger is a special kind of cinematic trauma. You think you know them until you realize you’re looking at a shapeshifter who doesn't recognize your face.

But seriously, don’t you dare question your worth over some sellout who traded your loyalty for a strobe light. I spent way too much time overthinking and hurting my own feelings over people like this, and for what? I used to be the clown who’d forgive anyone just because they flashed a pretty smile after stabbing me in the back. Thankfully, my girl Bella finally kicked some actual sense into me. She taught me that a set of beautiful teeth isn't a get-out-of-jail-free card for being a piece of work. She’s the best friend I could ever ask for, thanks bb, you saved my sanity 😭. So yeah, take it from me, just it and move on. Life keeps moving whether they’re in the front row or buried in the credits. Enjoy the heartbreak!

WARNING: Any comments encouraging violence toward me, my character's, my friends, my followers, or literally anything that breathes will be deleted. Don’t test me, I know where the block button is and I’m not afraid to use it. 

And,

I’m now sharing a (18+ Age verified) server with few of my equally dumb (affectionate) friends

Bella, Mae and Nico

come join, cause chaos, vibe, or just lurk dramatically

— love

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