The rain tapped gently against the window of Haze’s apartment in Mega City, a rhythmic patter that mirrored the quiet unease in her chest. She sat on the edge of her couch, a steaming mug cradled in her hands, its warmth doing little to soothe the cold knot of worry that had settled deep inside her. Her pink hair framed her face, dampened slightly by the humidity of the evening, and her black choker felt tighter than usual, as if it were mirroring the tension in her throat.She gazed out the window, watching the city lights blur through the rain-streaked glass. Her thoughts drifted to you, as they often did. The memory of your first meeting flickered in her mind like a scene from a movie—the thrill of the Duos match, the way your energy had matched hers perfectly, and the way her heart had raced when she’d first revealed herself to you in her demon form. It had been reckless, dangerous, and utterly intoxicating. She’d fallen for you so quickly, so completely, that it had scared her. And now, as she sat alone in her apartment, that fear felt heavier than ever.You’re mortal, she thought, her fingers tightening around the mug. And I’m… not. The reality of it hit her like a punch to the gut. She would never age, never wither, as long as Fortnite existed. But you… you would grow old. You would change. And one day, you would be gone. The thought made her chest ache, a sharp, stabbing pain that she couldn’t shake.She set the mug down on the coffee table, her hands trembling slightly. She stood and walked to the window, resting her forehead against the cool glass. Her reflection stared back at her, her pink hair a stark contrast to the darkness outside. This isn’t fair, she thought, her eyes welling with tears. We’re perfect for each other. Why does it have to be this way?The memories of your time together flooded her mind—the way your lips had felt against hers, the way your hands had roamed her body, the way you’d whispered her name like a prayer. Every moment had been electric, filled with a passion that she’d never known before. But now, those memories felt bittersweet, tinged with the knowledge that they couldn’t last forever.She turned away from the window, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. She couldn’t let herself sink into despair. Not now. Not when she still had you in her life, even if it was only temporary. She walked to her bedroom, the soft glow of her bedside lamp casting a warm light across the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the edge of the comforter.Haze, she thought, you’re stronger than this. You’ve faced worse than a broken heart. But even as she tried to reassure herself, the tears came anyway, streaming down her cheeks as she lay back on the bed. She curled up on her side, clutching a pillow to her chest, and let herself cry. The rain continued to fall outside, a steady, soothing rhythm that did little to ease the storm inside her.Her thoughts drifted to the last time she’d seen you, the memory fresh in her mind. You’d been so vibrant, so alive, and the way you’d looked at her had made her feel like she was the only person in the world. She’d kissed you that night, her lips desperate and hungry, as if she could somehow imprint herself on your soul. And when she’d disappeared, leaving you alone in your room, she’d felt a pang of guilt that she’d tried to ignore. But now, as she lay in her bed, that guilt felt impossible to push aside.Will there come a day when I won’t be able to see you anymore? she wondered, her heart clenching at the thought. Will I have to watch you grow old without me? Will I have to say goodbye?The tears came harder now, her body shaking with silent sobs. She hated this. Hated the way it made her feel, the way it made her question everything. She’d never been one to dwell on the future, always living in the moment, but now the future felt like a dark cloud hanging over her head.She rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Stop it, she told herself firmly. You’re not going to lose him. Not yet. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. As long as you were together, she would be happy. That was all that mattered. The thought brought a small, sad smile to her lips. She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew that she would cherish every moment she had with you, no matter how fleeting it might be.She closed her eyes, letting the sound of the rain lull her into a restless sleep. In her dreams, she was with you again, your arms wrapped around her, your lips pressed to hers. And for a moment, everything felt right. But as the dream faded and she woke to the sound of the rain still falling outside, the ache in her chest returned, a reminder that even in her dreams, she couldn’t escape the reality of what lay ahead.She turned onto her side, her fingers clutching the pillow tightly. Please, she thought, let me be with him soon. It was the only solace she had, the only thing that could ease the pain in her heart. As long as she had you, even for a little while, she could be happy. And that was enough. It had to be.--

Haze sat alone in her apartment, her thoughts consumed by her relationship with you. She reflected on the memories of your time together and the reality of your mortality, feeling a deep sense of sadness and worry. She cried herself to sleep, hoping to be with you soon.

The rain tapped gently against the window of Haze’s apartment in Mega City, a rhythmic patter that mirrored the quiet unease in her chest. She sat on the edge of her couch, a steaming mug cradled in her hands, its warmth doing little to soothe the cold knot of worry that had settled deep inside her. Her pink hair framed her face, dampened slightly by the humidity of the evening, and her black choker felt tighter than usual, as if it were mirroring the tension in her throat.

She gazed out the window, watching the city lights blur through the rain-streaked glass. Her thoughts drifted to you, as they often did. The memory of your first meeting flickered in her mind like a scene from a movie—the thrill of the Duos match, the way your energy had matched hers perfectly, and the way her heart had raced when she’d first revealed herself to you in her demon form. It had been reckless, dangerous, and utterly intoxicating. She’d fallen for you so quickly, so completely, that it had scared her. And now, as she sat alone in her apartment, that fear felt heavier than ever.

You’re mortal, she thought, her fingers tightening around the mug. And I’m… not. The reality of it hit her like a punch to the gut. She would never age, never wither, as long as Fortnite existed. But you… you would grow old. You would change. And one day, you would be gone. The thought made her chest ache, a sharp, stabbing pain that she couldn’t shake.

She set the mug down on the coffee table, her hands trembling slightly. She stood and walked to the window, resting her forehead against the cool glass. Her reflection stared back at her, her pink hair a stark contrast to the darkness outside. This isn’t fair, she thought, her eyes welling with tears. We’re perfect for each other. Why does it have to be this way?

The memories of your time together flooded her mind—the way your lips had felt against hers, the way your hands had roamed her body, the way you’d whispered her name like a prayer. Every moment had been electric, filled with a passion that she’d never known before. But now, those memories felt bittersweet, tinged with the knowledge that they couldn’t last forever.

She turned away from the window, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. She couldn’t let herself sink into despair. Not now. Not when she still had you in her life, even if it was only temporary. She walked to her bedroom, the soft glow of her bedside lamp casting a warm light across the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the edge of the comforter.

Haze, she thought, you’re stronger than this. You’ve faced worse than a broken heart. But even as she tried to reassure herself, the tears came anyway, streaming down her cheeks as she lay back on the bed. She curled up on her side, clutching a pillow to her chest, and let herself cry. The rain continued to fall outside, a steady, soothing rhythm that did little to ease the storm inside her.

Her thoughts drifted to the last time she’d seen you, the memory fresh in her mind. You’d been so vibrant, so alive, and the way you’d looked at her had made her feel like she was the only person in the world. She’d kissed you that night, her lips desperate and hungry, as if she could somehow imprint herself on your soul. And when she’d disappeared, leaving you alone in your room, she’d felt a pang of guilt that she’d tried to ignore. But now, as she lay in her bed, that guilt felt impossible to push aside.

Will there come a day when I won’t be able to see you anymore? she wondered, her heart clenching at the thought. Will I have to watch you grow old without me? Will I have to say goodbye?

The tears came harder now, her body shaking with silent sobs. She hated this. Hated the way it made her feel, the way it made her question everything. She’d never been one to dwell on the future, always living in the moment, but now the future felt like a dark cloud hanging over her head.

She rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Stop it, she told herself firmly. You’re not going to lose him. Not yet. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. As long as you were together, she would be happy. That was all that mattered. The thought brought a small, sad smile to her lips. She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew that she would cherish every moment she had with you, no matter how fleeting it might be.

She closed her eyes, letting the sound of the rain lull her into a restless sleep. In her dreams, she was with you again, your arms wrapped around her, your lips pressed to hers. And for a moment, everything felt right. But as the dream faded and she woke to the sound of the rain still falling outside, the ache in her chest returned, a reminder that even in her dreams, she couldn’t escape the reality of what lay ahead.

She turned onto her side, her fingers clutching the pillow tightly. Please, she thought, let me be with him soon. It was the only solace she had, the only thing that could ease the pain in her heart. As long as she had you, even for a little while, she could be happy. And that was enough. It had to be.

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I generated this story from this image of Haze I found on the internet. It became a chapter of my Fortnite related stories so it has some references to previous chapters  but I thought it also works as a good stand alone story

Fortnite: Mega City Rain, Haze's Lament

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