It's a Love-Hate Relationship

One

I could see the lights flashing before my eyes. It was at this moment in my life I knew I was going to die.

Well, in the game.

Panicking as my health bar dropped lower and lower, I quickly typed out the words,

Do you have any heals left?

Hastily, I began clicking away once again. My heart rate quickly rose as I fired my bow at the large monster on the monitor, and with one last fell swoop from the beast, I was dead.

Heaving a resigned sigh, I leaned back and slid my headphones off of my head. As I go to rub my hands over my face, I quickly redirect them and place them back on the worn keyboard. My fingers glided across the keys once more to write another message.

Well that was unfortunate

I liked to think that I could imagine my gaming partner letting out a small laugh as he read my message. As a response flitted across the bottom of my screen, I tiredly rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock in the bottom right of the screen before I read it.

Scolecite:

Want to go again?

I felt the temptation to keep playing rise through my entire body, but this time was different than all of the previous deaths of the night. Now, I could feel the weight of exhaustion pulling down my body. With resignation, I responded that it was getting too late to play again, but that we would have to continue tomorrow. I always liked to imagine him doing various actions, like running his hands through his hair or grinning at the dumb things we joked about. Never would I be able to know what these things really looked like, and all I would ever be stuck with was some conjured up idea of him floating through my head, but I tried to think that it was enough.

Glancing at the time once more, I saw that it was finally three o'clock in the morning, and decided to bid goodnight. As soon as I typed it, I received a goodnight from him as well. Scooting my cheap, squeaky chair back, I leaned down and shut down my computer. With a sigh, I shakily stood up and wiggled around until I felt like I had warmed my body enough for movement. Crossing to the bathroom attached to the right side of my room, I walked inside and grabbed my bright green toothbrush. Slathering toothpaste on it, I brushed my teeth while I stared at myself with tired eyes.

My brown hair was ratty after a long day, and I had large, dark circles underneath my eyes. My clothes were wrinkled and worn from overuse, and in general, I was just a mess. Resisting the urge to sigh, I spit out the toothpaste and quickly rinsed my mouth. Throwing my hair in a sloppy ponytail, I slumped back into my room. My dark wooden dresser stood directly to the right of my bathroom door, so I stepped over to it and picked out some sweatpants. Sliding out of my shorts, I threw on the sweatpants, then crawled into my brown bed sheets.

I closed my eyes for about three seconds before I heard the delightful Ping! of my phone getting a notification. Grinning to myself, I reached onto the ground next to my bed where I had left my phone and brought it back up to my face. Clicking it on, I scanned my notifications until I saw the message from Chime, the app I used to text him. Once I unlocked my phone, I opened the chat, and quickly read it.

Scolecite:

Well we tried our best.

Grinning, I quickly typed out a response.

Natilus:

Yeah, but you're just not good enough!!

Scolecite:

Woah, woah, woah. Excuse me Nat, I personally think I carried you

Natilus: