When I packed my bags, Alistair was in his room with the tinny music, playing in the constructed world developers in Japan had created for him. He would have had his gun and his backpack on and his big black boots and muscle arms. He was on a very important mission - the rules of which were too complex for me to ever understand.
He would have been stomping through a forest with avatars from around the world, talking, collaborating, plotting. In the kitchen, his wife was writing a note. The five reasons why she was leaving. But she didn't tell him the big reason. The rules of their relationship were always too complex for him to ever understand too.
The note said:
Alistair, I'm out of here.
We were forced into our marriage. It didn't work out. We remained strangers to each other. I don't know if you'll even care, perhaps this will be a relief that I'm going, but I want you to know, very clearly, why:
1. First night of our honeymoon - you and that avatar against the tree. Gross.
2. Your diaper thing. Gross again.
3. You are always gaming, gaming, gaming. You've lost touch with reality.
4. I feel lonely all the time.
5. I'm only sixteen. I have my whole life ahead of me ...
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Teen FictionSylvie, 16, sees colours, where other people only hear words or feel emotions. She knows she has to keep this a secret - as people disappear to institutions if they get sick in the mind. *** Sylvie likes to dress in Lolita outfits and dreams of beco...
