ELIZABETH
[70 weeks ago]
@pancakesareelite:
I can’t play tonight. I have a call with my gran. She’s my favorite person in the world. IRL.
@theanswerisno:
What’s she like?
@pancakesareelite:
So sassy
@theanswerisno:
Oh, I’m so surprised. I never would have thought anyone related to you could be sassy
@pancakesareelite:
Ha ha ha. I’m actually named after her
@pancakesareelite:
And it’s an honor to resemble her in any way or form. What’s your gran like?
@theanswerisno:
They both passed away when I was little
@pancakesareelite:
I’m so sorry
@theanswerisno:
I feel like I’m always sharing sad stuff. I’m a sad boy, not a bad boy
@pancakesareelite:
You have that in common with all the hot TV villains I end up falling in love with
My brain was liquid. Mush. I couldn’t follow a coherent thought. After a bajillion hours of engineering design, I was ready to drain it through my ears into a jar and stick it at the back of my kitchen cabinet never to be used again.
But I wouldn’t. Because that would mean forgetting everything else about this evening. Seeing Mr. Carden—Lincolnin his element. The intensity of his face while designing, the excitement when levels lined up. Better yet, the pride when I had a good idea.
Honestly, at some point in the night, he started feeling like my Link, and the design felt like one of the games we played. It reminded me of the early days where Link was the one who walked me through many games after most of the other players had lost their patience.
My chest ached in the strangest way.
Was I mistaken? Was it wishful thinking? If he wasn’t Link, would I be disappointed?
Yes.
I knew that to be true now.
It didn’t make either of them any less perfect.
