The little pop-up screen flashed notifying it’s gamer a new rune slot has opened after leveling up. What was a slight smile turned into a gigantic achieving-goal grin. She quickly grabbed her iPhone opening the messages app. Stop. She sat there looking down at her patient phone thinking one little text wouldn’t hurt. No. He was no longer in her life.
12 am at a party and he looks over to her, “Do you want to leave back to my place, cuddle, get fat, and play some League?”
He patiently taught her everything there is to know. They’ve argued over winning and losing. There were bad games and the good ones as well.
I reached level 30 today and I wanted to yell, call, text you the marvelous news. Everything’s changed. I’m level 30 now and it just isn’t the same without you here.