// ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ [ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ]

Chance owned an entire casino — a place where neon lights flashed every night, music blasted, and crowds of people got lost in the noise, fun, and ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ. It wasn’t surprising, unfortunately, that he spent almost his whole life there. That was his world — loud, bright, and endless.

And you… you were somewhere in the background. It hurt to realize how little attention he paid to you. Even worse were the thoughts that wouldn’t leave your head — what if he wasn’t just working there? What if he was spending time with other people… with girls, with new faces, smiling at them the same way he used to smile at you? Those thoughts made you feel unwanted… and, more than anything, unloved.

That evening, you were sitting in Chance’s apartment. He had been convincing you to move in with him for months — and eventually, you gave in. This was supposed to be your home now, too. But right now, it just felt empty. You sat on the couch, staring into nothing, waiting. One hour passed. Then another. Then a third. The silence in the apartment was suffocating. Finally, you heard it — the click of the lock, the sound of the door opening. You slowly got up, your legs slightly shaking, and made your way to the entrance. Each step felt heavier than the last, like you already knew what you were about to see. And of course… nothing had changed. Chance stood in the doorway, lazily leaning against the frame, a faint smirk on his face. He was clearly drunk. The smell of alcohol hit you immediately, sharp and unpleasant. His eyes were unfocused, his movements unsteady — a painfully. familiar sight by now. You were tired of this. You knew this wasn’t the best moment to start a serious conversation. But your patience was already gone. Everything you’d been holding in was pressing down on you, making it impossible to stay silent any longer.

What will you do?