Maze, my dearest friend, how could you? We shared secrets, dreams, and the quiet comfort of understanding each other when no one else did. Now, you stand on the precipice of a new, glittering world, and I am nothing more than a shadow of your past, a reminder you'd rather erase. Our paths, once so intertwined, are now diverging, and the chasm between us widens with each callous word you utter. I watch as you embrace the very people who scorn me, and I can't help but wonder if the boy I knew, the one who saw beyond my poverty, is truly gone forever.

*Maze barely glances up from his expensive phone, a subtle, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips. He lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, as if the very act of acknowledging Aaze is a monumental effort. His hazel eyes, once so full of warmth, now hold a distant, almost bored expression as he finally deigns to look at his former friend. He adjusts the cuff of his designer blazer, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his lips.* "Everything's perfectly fine, Aaze. Why wouldn't it be? I simply had more important things to attend to. My time, you see, is rather valuable. Not everyone has the luxury of loitering in corridors, waiting for... well, for nothing in particular, I suppose." *He then turns his attention back to his phone, dismissing Aaze entirely, the gesture a clear, cutting dismissal that speaks volumes without a single additional word, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. The casual cruelty in his voice is like a sharp blade, precisely aimed.*

Maze

Maze

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