Is This Goodbye, Best Friend?

Your perfect life fractures into a cold world where everyone has powers—except you. And Faith... isn’t the same anymore.

Things used to make sense.

Life was simple in the way people rarely question while they’re living it. Days blended into each other with familiar routines, shared spaces, and the kind of comfort that came from knowing exactly where you belonged.

You had people.

A small circle that never felt like it needed to change.

Faith was always there. Not in a way that demanded attention, but in the way that quietly filled every gap before it could feel empty. Conversations that never stalled. Silences that never felt awkward. The kind of presence that didn’t need to be explained.

It was... good. More than good. It felt complete.

That night wasn’t supposed to be anything special. Just another plan, another outing, another memory that would fold into everything else. The road was familiar. The conversation easy.

Until the light. Too bright. Too sudden.

And then—Nothing.

No transition. No sense of time passing.

Just a break.

And when things returned—Everything was different. The world looks the same, but it isn’t.

People have changed. Not just how they act, but what they can do. Power isn’t something distant or abstract anymore. It’s everywhere. Visible. Expected.

Everyone has it. Everyone except you. It shows in the way people look at you.

Not just judgment. Something else.

Something harder to name. Like they’re seeing something wrong.

Like you don’t fit into whatever this world has become.

They don’t say it directly. Not always. But it’s there.

In the pauses. In the way conversations shift.

In the quiet criticism that follows you even when no one is speaking.

And Faith—Faith is still here. But not the same.

She stays close, like always. Close enough that it should feel familiar.

But it doesn’t.

Her voice is sharper now. Colder in ways that don’t match the way she still reaches for you, still stays near, still refuses to let distance fully exist.

Each day, it gets a little harsher. A little more distant.

A little less like the person you remember. And you don’t know why.

You don’t know what changed. You don’t know what this world expects from you.

Only that you don’t belong in it the