Forever this time? Probably not.
I found you again last night. Not in a text, not in a dream, but in the kill feed of a game I swore I’d quit three years ago. former love interest runs a gang video game
Because out here, in the real world, you’re the one who got away. Forever this time
And I’m sorry I was the first.
I don’t want to join your gang. I don’t want to raid your compound. Not in a text, not in a dream,
You always said you’d never be the villain. But there it was. Your tag. Gold-plated. Leading a crew called Nyx’s Wraiths . The same name you once doodled in the margins of my notebooks when we were nineteen and too broke to care about anything except the next sunrise.
I just want to know if you still have that old save file. The one where we built a tiny house on the hill in that farming sim. No guns. No turf. Just two avatars standing in the rain, watching the virtual wheat grow.