Kronii had been distant this past week.
She had begun being more pro-active with streaming, she got more invested in her side projects and she has let stress build up, her awful sleep schedule was just the icing on the cake of impending disaster.
You would go to bed alone, no cuddling no kissing, no "Kroyasumi's". It was a good day if you woke up and Kronii was even asleep next to you, at the other side of the bed.
Today something had to be done. Your relationship was straining and you had to see what you could to make things better.
She was locked in her streaming room again, knowing her she was playing her blockgame again. Alone.
knock knock
You hear a shuffling and the door unlocks.
Kronii pokes her head out; bags under her eyes, hair dirty and unkempt, she was wearing one of your hoodies that hadn't been washed in a while.
"Yeah?" She was curt.
"Kronii, can we talk?"
"I don't feel like talking right now" her sombre, deadpan response was the catalyst to unleashing your inner saviour.
You stop her from closing the door with your foot.
"Kronii. We will talk."
She's taken aback by your assertiveness, a trait you kept reserved that she usually loved seeing when you were in bed together, but this time it was serious.
You push the door wide and pull open the curtains, letting the afternoon sun shine in. Kronii shielded her eyes, so accustomed to the dark the past few days.
"Tell me, whats wrong?"
She shuffled her bare feet on the coarse carpet, looking down and bringing her arms close to her chest. She looked defensive.
"Kronii... please" you take a step closer, your arms reach out to touch her.
She slaps them away.
"Go away, Anon! I have enough to deal with!"
She's never reacted like this before, even in her worst episodes. Tears stream down her face and she sniffs, glaring at you.
"Kronii! Talk to me please!"
You go to grab her but she runs out of the room.
You give chase.
"Kronii!"
She swings open the front door and rushes out into the street, you can't let her run off like this.
You grab your keys and leave, sprinting to catch up.
"FUCK!" she had gone.
You remember, the park, the park bench you both went to on nightwalks!
Quickening your pace, ignoring the beeps of cars as you ran accross roads, shoving past pedestrians, you make it to the park.
There she stood, by the bench, rubbing her eyes with the sleeves of your dirty hoodie, her feet were cut up from rocks and asphalt, she was quivering.
"Ouro Kronii?" You speak in a calm but firm tone.
She turned round.
The next moment you were tackled by her, she was sobbing into your shirt, wailing like a newborn. Her arms gripped tight around you and she stuck to you like a limpet.
All you could do was reciprocate a hug and stroke her hair, rocking her slowly, shushing her quietly. This usually worked to calm her down when she got upset.
"Hey, take a deep breath, ok?"
She follows your lead in breathing slow and deep.
"I'm not used to all this... all this stress and pressure... I feel like I'm neglecting you, I feel like I am neglecting my fans. I thought if I stah away for a bit things would be better"
Kronii sobs and sniffles again, getting it all off her chest.
"I don't deserve the attention or the money or the love. I don't deserve you either"
As she lets her heart out you make sympathetic noises and hold her tighter, you can feel her heart pumping hard, her body was still a shaking.
"Kronii, you deserve nothing but the best. There is no other girl on God's green earth that I believe is more deserving of all the positive things in the world, than you." You stop her from retorting with a tight hug and a firmer stroke of her hair.
"You have to accept it, Kronii, people want to see more of you! Just your presence, your personality, who you are is all the matters, to your fans, your family-"
You take a deep breath.
"-and me too."
She doesn't respond, she just holds you and embraces the moment.
You take her hand, holding it lightly, Kronii grips to it tight, interweaving your fingers with hers, making the hold stronger than a Gordian knot. She looks up and smiles through the tears, a genuine smile.
"Now, lets go home."