Love at first clutch [MxM]

2. One last wish

FINCH

"Just... fucking die..."

It was a normal day. I didn't know what day, but some day.

"C'mon! How the hell is that balanced?!"

I smacked my keyboard when my computer screen turned grey, with a loud announcement echoing to the entire playing area: You have been slain.

My character fell on the ground, and the other gun-wielding player jumped over my dead body, sprinting toward our base that was in shambles. I nearly opened the chat to type a few not-so-nice words, fuming, but managed to contain my anger. The guy had just wrecked me, and there was no one else to blame other than myself. I wasn't really focusing that much anymore, not after...

I glanced at the clock with droopy eyes, slinked halfway down on the chair.

Eight hours.

I played for eight hours. Straight.

The information made my brain feel twice as mushier. With a sigh, I tapped out of the game as soon as I heard our base explode, sliding further down the chair. There was a slight pounding between my temples and even after I closed my eyes, I could still see the moving screen in front of me. But whereas for others it might've been the moment you realised you had gone a bit too far, for me, it was just routine.

My everyday life.

I usually woke up in the afternoons, sometimes way past the dinner time. And then once I had gotten enough of rotting in bed, I moved over to my desk. To rot a little more. I did it for as long as my body was able to handle it before I would either get a migraine or it was time to order food. Sometimes I would switch to watch TV or in a lucky case, there would be a stream for me to watch. Anything to keep my mind preoccupied until I would be so tired I would fall asleep the second my head hit the pillows.

I breathed in deeply, rubbing my eyes under my glasses to tame my headache before glancing at the clock again.

As if on cue, my stomach grumbled, nagging about the fact that it had not yet received a crumb today. I sighed and went to grab my phone, disgruntledly tapping open one of the city's online delivery websites like I did every night.

Pizza?

Hamburgers?

Probably not the healthiest diet, but what the hell. I felt like moping and eating trash today. And soda, I added to my cart when I brought the last can of Cola on my lips– only for it to come up empty.

But, when I actually did go to the order, I found myself in a rare pickle.

"Closed off until the next day..." I mumbled with a frown. "What? Why... when?"

It did not specify that, unfortunately– nor did the other three delivery sites that I had panickedly started to scroll through.

"Shit..."

I raised my gaze from the phone, glancing helplessly at the door on the other side of the one-flat apartment.

I really did not have the energy for it right then and there, and even the thought of going out on the busy streets made my anxiety spike up. But then again, there really wasn't any other choice. Unless I wanted to wait until...

11 am.

I dropped my head on the gaming chairrest to look up at the ceiling, groaning internally.

Fuck my life.

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I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

The mantra inside my head never stopped as I strolled around the grocery store, zig-zag to avoid the noisiest hallways.