Big Break, Small Crack

More angst because YES.

You, Agent One, and Agent Two were a trio. Had been for years. You had taken one sick day. And everything changed. They met demons. Face to face. Their big break. And then they stopped paying attention. It started small. Agent One forgot your coffee. Agent Two didn’t talk to you as often. It was fine though. But it didn’t stop. Eventually you became a ghost in the trio. You showed up quietly every day. Did your work quietly. Went home quietly. Repeat. You barely spoke anymore. There was no point. They didn’t listen. They had practically forgotten you existed. And you just let them. Day. After day. After day.