She did it, even with her hands shaking as they are, even with her eyelids about to close shut. She did it.
She stared at the screen, the light of which burned her corneas. She saw the outpouring comments from her members, voicing both concern and affirmation that they would join the stream.
She took a deep breath, finally retreating to her bed. Her body still trembling in mind numbing fear.
Her weighted blanket couldn't comfort her. Her eyes glued to the ceiling. In her head she was trying to compose a script of what she was about to say.
It was torture, it was painful. Her weak pathetic heart couldn't find the right words to say.
She couldn't help but tear up, paralyzed on her bed on the cusp of dreamless sleep. She wasn't sure if she was awake or not.
She had thought things would get better. She had thought when she joined Hololive maybe just maybe she'd achieve the happiness that she so desired.
Why was she so naïve? Nothing's changed. She was still the same lonely sad person that she was, all that was different was that she made more money now, but money wasn't enough. It couldn't fill the hole in her soul.
"I'm sorry." She whispered to empty air.
"I'm so sorry everyone." Her whimpering cry unheard to the world, only to herself.