Nights In Livik

PART VI

As the days turned into nights, I found myself engaging in countless conversations with Pookie, who quickly became more than just a voice in the game. At first, it felt strange; I had expected Skorp to be the first one I would connect with outside of PUBG, but here I was, chatting with Pookie instead. Yet, I couldn’t deny the joy it brought me. Pookie was a refreshing presence, sharing snippets of his life through pictures that showcased the breathtaking views of his hometown. Each image he sent felt like a window into a beautiful world, and I found myself dreaming of the day I could visit those places.

What I cherished most about our conversations was the way Pookie communicated. He would often send me voice memos, a personal touch that made me feel valued and engaged. I appreciated the effort; it showed he was genuinely interested in sharing his life with me. From what I gathered, he was kind-hearted, always opting for laughter over negativity, and that was a quality I admired. Beneath his strong exterior, I sensed a gentle soul—a softness that made me want to know him even more.

I had grown fond of his affectionate nickname for me, “big sis.” It felt special, as if I held a unique place in his life. The fact that he had no sisters made it all the more meaningful; I could almost imagine myself as the first to receive this title, a small honor that warmed my heart. Pookie had a knack for connecting with people, effortlessly keeping our conversations alive and vibrant. His texts would often pop up in my notifications, playfully inviting me back into the world of PUBG. “Srkike, come PUBG!” he’d write, his enthusiasm infectious. “Wanna play? We’re waiting for you!”

Each message was a reminder that I mattered in our little group, and it filled me with a sense of belonging. My little Pookie had managed to carve out a special space in my heart, one that only grew with every shared laugh and late-night match.