Epilogue to That damn block game
An obnoxious shrieking on the other side of a wall saves you from a mild nightmare.
The fluff of the bed makes it hard to want to move, but you know you shouldn’t be here.
You sit up, half-listening in on Bae’s morning stream. She sounds cheerful enough, but then, she always does on stream.
A blanket has been lain over you in your sleep, and your clothes are folded on the floor at the foot of the bed. Uncharacteristically orderly behaviour from the rrat.
A note sits on top of the clothing pile. You read it in one hand while using the other to fumble your clothes on:
”Morning!
”Everything should be here, if anything’s missing it might be in the hallway somewhere. In a bit of a rush this morning.
”I dunno if you wanna stick around for after my stream. I’d understand if you don’t wanna talk right now. If I don’t catch you after I just want you to know a few things.
”One, I really enjoyed last night, hehe. Selfish of me, I know.
”Two, it’s totally okay if you don’t want to see me for a while. Or at all. I know you still love Kronii. I don’t expect to replace her, or really mean anything to you, or anything. I’m happy to let last night be a one time thing.
”And three, I’m sorry. It was my idea, and I hate that I chose lust over just being there for my friends. I’m sorry for putting you in this position. I haven’t told Kronii yet, and I don’t know if you plan to, but if she finds out and I can’t tell her myself, I want you to pass my apology to her as well.
”Totally platonic hugs & kisses,”
”Bae <3”
There is no moment where the memories all come flooding back to you. The events of last night aren’t easy to forget, and unfortunately you aren’t Mumei.
It’s not fair for Bae to take all the blame like that. Her idea it may have been, but it’s not like you offered any resistance.
You ruffle through the pocket of your pants, digging up a phone. The one you used to get here. It almost feels shameful to hold it.
You open your messages, preparing to hammer out an essay of an apology.
It seems you weren’t the only one.
A terrifyingly grey chain of messages from Kronii greets you, spread out over the last few hours.
”Where are you?”
”Please pick up”
”Please”
”I just want to know where you are”
”I just want to know you’re okay”
”Is it because of me?”
”When are you coming back?”
”Are you coming back?”
”I’m sorry”
”I’m sorry”
”I’m sorry”
”I’m sorry”
”I’m sorry”
”I’m sorry”