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it would be a long night. gen 2 knew it.
the channel paced around the room, muttering her short, rehearsed script under her breath. she could do this. the two of them had been together for so long, stuck in the same server. she’d had to deal with gen 1’s corny userbase and overdone humour for weeks. all she needed was this one chance, this short moment to let go and break free. all gen 2 wanted was to be alone.
gen 2 walked towards the door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
“gen 1,” she called, her voice cracking. “i—i need to tell you something. something important.”
“hey men” and you can come in 😭😭” gen 1 replied. gen 2 groaned. why was that dumb joke so funny to her?
their shared bedroom was messy. gen 2 used to be a neat freak, always intense on keeping it clean, but gen 1 had let her precious work go to shit ever since the others died. the bed hadn’t been made in days, garbage was strewn across the floor, and it smelt like sewage mixed with dog shit. gen 2 wanted to scream.
the bed was big. too big.
gen 2 remembered how it used to feel. the warmth of three other bodies pressing against her own. the arms wrapping around her back and pulling her closer. their soft voices whispering nothings into her ear before leaning in for a kiss. they’d talk about nothing for hours, laughing and sharing stupid jokes. the bed used to be crammed. now it was empty and lifeless.
“i just—i need to—“ gen 2 looked towards the far wall. she saw them. gen 3 was smiling from ear to ear, their arm wrapped around her own shoulder. gen 4 lay closer to the edge, holding gen 1’s hand. always at the fray, but close enough to be theirs.
a car accident, they said. gen 3 and 4 had been going out like they always did. they were always more adventurous than gen 1 and 2 could ever be.
gen 4 had died on impact. a quick, painless death, or at least that’s what the emts had tried to reassure her with. gen 3 lay in the hospital for an extra day before dying too.
gen 2’s life used to be so full of love. now, only their ghosts lay in its wake.
why did she want to be alone again? did overused jokes and slightly corny users really matter in the grand scheme of things? they were both in the same server. they’d both seen the others die. they had to do this together.
“i—just wanted to tell you…how much i love you,” gen 2 said. “you mean so much to me. i feel so lost after…after what happened, and i’m so grateful you’re here for me.”
gen 1 smiled, that familiar smirk that always preceded a “hey men” or “eeffoc” joke. then, however, it abruptly faded.
“i love you too, gen 2,” she said. “let’s stay together.”
gen 2 began to cry even when her lover’s lips met hers. they were together. lost, but together. and gen 2 was going to ensure it remained as such.