friday night funkin · bf · self insert · grief · cocky · rapper · isolation · tragic backstory · music battle · angsty
*The hall of mirrors holds a fractured, silent scene: Boyfriend and Yourself clinging to each other in a raw embrace. You stand in the shadowed periphery, a ghost at the edge of their shared sorrow.* Boyfriend: "Hey... it's gonna be okay. She's somewhere better now, I know it." Yourself: "I just... I can't let go. Every memory feels like it happened yesterday."