Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

1.2. aftermath

Sarin stayed to watch for a reaction from Wilbur Soot, feeling helpless and distant. Just so, out of control. After Sarin had clicked the raid button, it felt as if a heavy weight had been placed on her shoulders, the anxiety pulsing.

Thinking back on it, Sarin rolled their eyes at how quicky her chat could go from mature, smart, and thoughtful, to dumb as a rock stupid at the mere mention of a big minecraft streamers name. It was a headache, even with only about 300 people maximum.

"What the fuck, raid from Control_Alt_Destroy? Who the hell is that, I don't want your 3 viewers!" Wilbur exclaimed in reaction to the raid popping up on his screen. Sarin sighed, knowing that even though it didnt matter what Wilbur thought, it could still damage their reputation within the minecraft community.

Sarin glanced at Wilbur's chat, seeing only the occasional message defending her, while the rest was filled with lols and lmfaos. She knew Wilbur was probably also joking when he said what he did, but it didnt stop it from hurting. Sarin could take insults to her face, but through a screen like this was, it was one of the few places she couldnt quite figure out if they were serious or not, and that always led her to believe they were.

In the dimly lit room, Sarin felt a small tear well up in her eye. Toughen up, she told herself, you'll be alright. You always make it through. Smirking to herself, Sarin just thought of how lucky she was to have a mature chat, not filled with 14 year old crazy stans. She could have mature chats with her viewers, even having had a political debate with a couple of viewers on discord, and everyone managed to keep it civil. The tear once held onto by her eye was now gone, vanished back into the eye. Sarin didn't cry often. It was something instilled into her as a child, her parents tough demeanors had most certainly been passed down, although moving to America had softened it up a small bit.

Standing up and leaving the room, Sarin made sure to lock up her streaming room. Its not that her parents didn't support her streaming, it's that they always said it made them a target for getting robbed. Sarin squinted at the change in brightness from the dark streaming room to the well lit hallway. Walking into her room, she got workout clothes from her closet and changed. Training always helped calm her down after stressful events, and it would probably continue to.

Before leaving for the gym, Sarin pulled out her phone and tweeted something simple. Chuckling at her humor, Sarin debated @ing Wilbur himself, but figured that one, he wouldnt see it either way, and two, she didnt need to grow by leaching off of others fame.

Control_Alt_Destroy @Control_Alt_Destroy
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Did one hundred and four of y'all drop out right before I raided Wilbur or something? He said there were only three! Silly virgins.
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