Confession

I didn’t plan on confessing that night.

It just… happened.

After everyone left and it was just the two of us, she stayed longer than usual.

She always did that — stayed just a little longer than expected. Like she was waiting for something, even if she didn’t say it out loud.

I told her.

No big speech. No fancy emoji. Just the truth.

“I like you. A lot.”

She replied fast — almost too fast.

“I was hoping you'd say that.”

That was it.

Nothing changed… but everything changed.

Being with Liora felt like logging into comfort.

We still did the usual — café visits, outfits, dancing randomly in front of strangers. But now, every moment had weight to it.

She’d wait for me, sitting quietly with a flower in her hand or a new hat on her head.

Sometimes she'd say, “This reminded me of you.”

It was just pixels — accessories and animations — but it meant something.

I’d surprise her too.

Little things. A new outfit. A letter I wrote in a note app at 2 a.m.

A random flower left in her messages with no caption — just so she’d smile when she opened the game.

One time I tried writing her a poem. I’m not good at that stuff.

But she liked it. She said she saved it.

That’s how I knew I was in deep.

But then life happened.

I started getting busier — real life pulling me in different directions.

Work. Deadlines. Study stress. Family.

Some days I barely had time to breathe, let alone talk.

I still messaged her.

Every morning: “gm <3”

Every night: “gn angel”

It felt like enough. Like I was trying.

But to her, maybe it felt like distance.

Then the questions came.

“Are you still into this?”

“You don’t reply like before.”

“Is someone else keeping you company?”

It hurt. Not because she doubted me — but because I was trying so hard and still failing to make her feel secure.

She wasn’t cold. Just scared.

She’d been hurt before — I knew that.

She needed reassurance, not silence. And I wasn’t giving her enough of it.

I started writing her longer messages.

Leaving her little love notes when I couldn’t be online.

I gifted her random things — dresses she’d never buy, decorations she’d once admired in a shop window.

I tried to remind her with actions, not just words.

But sometimes, she still pulled away.

Softly. Quietly. Like someone preparing for a goodbye they didn’t want to say yet.

And I’d chase that distance with a smile I didn’t feel, just so she’d stay.

Some nights were perfect.

We’d sit together in the plaza, late night glow from the lights reflecting off the screen.

She’d tell me stories — some real, some roleplay. I listened to every word like it mattered.

Because it did.

She mattered.

But cracks were forming.

One night, after a long day, I logged in late.

She was already online. Waiting.

My message was short: “Hey, I’m here.”

She didn’t reply.

When I asked what was wrong, she finally said it:

“I feel invisible.”

And something in me cracked right down the middle.

Because I was doing everything I could. And it still wasn’t enough.

I didn’t know what to say that night.

I told her I loved her.

That I cared. That she meant more to me than this game ever could.

She said nothing for a while.

Then she just whispered,

“I’m scared you’ll stop trying.”

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