I wanna crawl into a hole and die.
“Y-yes—Yeah?”
I wanna be wiped from existence.
“When I get older… and I play a big game,” he says carefully. “Would you come to it? Will you watch me play?”
My heart jumps. I…
“You want me to?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
I wanna kiss him.
“Then I’ll come,” I whisper. “I promise.”
“Jabari!” Mum’s voice echoes from the house. “Get off her right now!”
But he’s still looking at me. Big brown eyes that match his sun kissed skin. Sweat prickled on his cheeks and running down to his chin as he smiles… at… me?
He’s smiling at me?
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
My eyes flutteropen. ?
My room is quiet which is shocking because I’ve grown accustomed to waking up to the sounds of Za’s theater music as she rehearsed. ??Maybe she already left for rehearsal.
The silence of the house made me feel…uneasy. It made memories flood back to me. ????
Why was I thinking about that all of a sudden?
Of all the memories for my brain to drag up at this hour in the morning, it had to be that one.
Probably just lack of sleep.
I was up all night working and streaming, bouncing between bug fixes and chat messages until my eyes felt like sandpaper. Still, it was worth it.
£15,000.
Who the hell donates fifteen grand in one go? Who even has that kind of money lying around to throw at some indie dev ranting about bad graphics and the rising price of RAM at midnight?
They hadn’t said much either, plus it was anonymous.
It makes my stomach twist, and not in a good way.
God, I hope I don’t have a stalker.
I don’t have time for that shit right now.
I roll onto my side, then my back, then my stomach again. So much stress.
Not enough sleep. Please let me sleep.
God? Jah?
