closed starter for: @fcxglove based on: tension by haiden henderson specific lyric (best friend, to a lover, to a ghost - you still live down the street, we don't speak tensions all i know)
Wolff’s eyes caught on her the moment she entered the room—like instinct, like muscle memory—and for a second, it was as if time thinned around her presence. His old best friend. His ex-girlfriend. Once the centre of his world, now she moved past him like a stranger, not a glance, not a hello, not even the flicker of recognition. He felt like a ghost in her orbit, unseen and fading. How could someone who once meant everything now act as if he were nothing? As if the weight of years and all they’d shared had evaporated. “Did you not see me, or were you ignoring me on purpose?” the blonde asked, his voice even but edged, his hand resting gently on her arm in a way that was both casual and unmistakably possessive.