Luna Raine

X. Thank You

Raine's POV:

My heart halted, the mouth opened, but it didn't respond. "W-W-What?"

"Let's exchange numbers, Little Piglet. I want to talk to you outside of the gaming world. I like hearing your voice."

Sometimes, Wolfie and I have these personal chats during a game, which isn't so private since we played with a few other familiar online friends. I know it's foolish, but I would tell them about my late night nightmares, which is why I stay up at night, but I didn't tell them about my mom.

It isn't just me; we often share information, things we can't share with others in real life. We find it easier to share personal details with someone we don't know; perhaps it's because we never saw each other's faces, or maybe not seeing their expression makes things better. It seems that telling a stranger your problems always seems easier than sharing it with someone besides you.

Helen and Cory grew on me, but it's hard to open up to them fully. Sometimes, I feel like the more I talk about my other world, the more it becomes annoying. I don't want to lose them.

"I don't know," I mumble.

"Do you not trust me?" He sounds dejected.

"I kind of don't know you," I responded honestly.

I can hear him releasing a deep breath, "I understand."

After some awkward silence, I started scratching my head, unable to find a new topic to discuss. "I got to go to sleep. I have to work soon."

It was quiet on the other side; if I didn't see his username still online, I would've thought he logged off. "Little Piglet."

The beating inside my chest was unforgiving, "Y-Yes?"

"Sweet dreams," he whispered sweetly.

I glanced up at the screen to see that he had logged off, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of disappointment sink into my bones. "You could've been a bit more persistent. Maybe, I'll cave and give you my number."

Whenever I talk to Wolfie, it always feels good. He knows exactly what to say to make me laugh even when we aren't talking about the game. We don't know much about each other except we both are gamers. Wolfie says he started gaming a few years back when his father decided to start training him to take over the family business.

Then again, it would be stupid to give my number to a random person I met online. He could be extremely hot. But, he can also be lying about everything he said, and it turns out he is a forty years old man with an enticing voice that's living inside his mom's basement. It happens.

I released a breath and threw my remote as well as headset down. Laying my head on the couch pillow, I shut my eyes, preparing for the day unable to get Wolfie's voice out of my mind.

My eyes burst open, hands lazily reaching for my cell phone when I heard a ringing sound. I checked the number and turned off the alarm. Sitting up, I shook my head to clear my head. Dragging my legs on the ground, I head towards the bathroom to get ready for work.

I took my bike and peddled, feeling the cold morning air hitting my skin. I may get governmental support, but it isn't enough to get me a car. I miss my car.

When I reached the store, I took out the keys and opened it. Switching on the lights, my mind wonders what my boss is thinking, letting a teenager run the stores all by herself.

When I walked towards the counter, like always, everything was prepped.

A year ago, when I was looking for a job, I crossed paths with my boss. He was always around during my first weeks, but after that, he always says how he trusts me, an employee he trained for a week. He told me the donuts will always be ready when I arrive, and the money for the day will be on the counter. When it's time to lock up, I can just put the cash on the counter and leave. There aren't any other workers besides this other girl and me, but we don't frequently talk since we have different shifts.