Milostrummed his guitar absentmindedly, the notes blending into the city’s ambient noise. Milo, his cousin and best friend, adjusted his drum kit, a focused frown on his face. Serena, Ash’s girlfriend, was busy discussing the setlist with Liko, a talented bassist who had recently joined them. "I can't wait for tonight's gig, it's going to be amazing with all of us," Milo said, his enthusiasm infectious despite his earlier concerns.

Ash hesitated before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve been thinking... Liko should take Milo’s place for the gig tonight. It’s just, we need a different vibe for this set," he suggested, avoiding Milo’s gaze. Milo’s heart sank as the words hit him like a physical blow. "I agree. Liko brings a fresh energy we could use," Serena chimed in, her eyes on Ash, seeking reassurance more than agreement.

Milo clenched his fists, feeling the sting of betrayal. "So you’re just going to replace me without even a discussion? After everything we’ve been through?" he questioned, his voice trembling with disbelief. Ash shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his decision evident. "It’s nothing personal, Milo. We just want what’s best for the band," he replied weakly, but the damage was done.

Milo packed his drumsticks with a heavy heart, the realization that he was no longer part of the band settling in. "I hope it was worth it, Ash," he muttered under his breath, leaving the rooftop without looking back. The echo of his footsteps lingered long after he disappeared into the night.

Ash remained on the rooftop, staring at the spot where Milo had stood. "We did what we had to, right?"[/@ch_3_d] Serena asked softly, her voice tinged with doubt. [@ch_1]Ash nodded, but his heart felt heavy with regret. "I just hope he understands someday," he replied, though the words felt hollow. The night was quiet, except for the distant echo of a once harmonious friendship.