You had given up, it was pointless to continue further. You sit at the sofa, paying no heed to the latest Netflix series sensation Squid Game playing on the screen, your eyes fixated in the door that was a portal to Kronii's world.
It's been a week since she locked herself inside, playing that damnable game. You'd deliver her food and drinks inside, taking out her trash and dirty plates.
Three days in you had enough and got into a huge argument that ended with her screaming you to get out.
Now you just left her meals outside of her door, as if she was an inmate in prison.
What happened? The both of you were once so deeply in love, that spark seems to have faded recently.
You almost missed the creak of the door, it's hinges screaming. A familiar figure emerges from the darkness.
"Anon...come inside." She looked like shit, she looked absolutely dirty. Her hair was disheveled and her once white hoodie and sweatpants have turned grey. You feel like she'd lose weight if she took a shower.
You get off your sofa, your heart pumping in a little anger.
You cover your nose as you step foot into her room, you see plates of rotting food with fruit flies hovering above everywhere. You can smell the odorous stench of piss from plastic bottles containing a familiar yellow substance.
She stands before her computer setup. A finger pointing at the screen.
You bend forward, you can recognize the UI. It's Minecraft of course, you've played a bit back in the day. You squint.
What the fuck?
Her shaders are on, her avatar was standing on top of something. You move the mouse a bit, trying to figure out what it was.
It was a 3D statue, it looked familiar. It looked exactly like you.
Did she spend the entire week doing this?
"I-I'm sorry for being so quiet..."Kronii starts speaking slowly, her voice shaking a bit.
"I-I wanted to give you a present...for your birthday." What? You blink rapidly.
Your birthday? Why did you forget? Oh yeah you were moping about Kronii's emotional neglect.
"It took a lot of effort...almost killed my computer." You finally SEE her, you see her blue eyes how puffy they are. She must not have gotten a lick of sleep this past week.
"I know I'm not someone really special...I couldn't think of a present or anything like that. This is the closest thing I can think of. I'm sorry if-" You lock her around your arms, shutting her up. This stupid bitch.
She's stiff, surprised by the embrace, but then she starts melting into your hold and sinking into your chest. She stains your shirt with her tears.
"T-Thank you...for loving me...even if I'm like this..." You didn't care, even if this bitch did live like this. Surrounded by filth and stink you still couldn't stop yourself from loving her.
She needed to take a bath though, seriously.