Page 79 of Our Final Game

And it feels like it’s forever.

“Tyson, I miss you,” I can hear Rohan saying, kissing me again.

But it’s not the Rohan in my arms. The Rohan in my arms looks afraid, but I feel him grow more okay with our fate as I press a kiss to his forehead.

Our fate.

Our fate.

We were in … Understory.

“Tyson…”

I wake up, my chest heaving, it feels like someone just stopped smothering me. Rohan is sitting over me, worry all over his pretty features. I remember that same look on the roof of the tower when I jumped.

I jumped.

We were trapped at that awful fucking tower because of Noel, and I jumped.

Rohan jumped after me.

We made it out of the game.

Together.

“Rohan…” I grasp his wrist, pulling him down on top of me. He wraps his arms around my neck tight, sobbing into my chest.

“I just remembered … I really like you,” I whisper, trying to lighten the mood.

“You’re a jerk,” he says, his voice muffled.

“I’m sorry,” I assure him. “I remember now. I remember us.”

“It took you long enough, you fucking asshole,” he says, his tears wet against my skin.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I couldn’t … But I kept having dreams about you. About us in the game.”

Rohan pushes off of me, his lashes clumped together from crying. “I figured something was wrong. You kept saying things that I had only told you in Understory.”

“Yeah…”

“Maybe because you jumped first? Just had to beat me at that too, by the way,” Rohan huffs. “Even when I told you not to!”

“I’m sorry … I just couldn’t let you get hurt, Ro,” I say, grazing his knee.

“Right,” Rohan mumbles and looks away.

“Well, what do you think all that was for?” he asks.

“I don’t know besides what he said in the game … My manager, his name is Noel. He was Leon.”

“The one that quit, I’m assuming,” Rohan says, sitting up fully.

“Yeah, he sent me another weird email the other day at work. But because I didn’t remember much, I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about,” I say. Now looking back, I suppose me not remembering anything that happened was another one of his final stupid games.

“Well, we can’t log in anymore, so I guess we’ll never know.”

“Yeah, it really was matchmaking from hell. Is that all he really wanted? I could’ve eventually gotten you without almost dying,” I chuckle.