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Avery sat with his head in his hands, back against his bed and knees pulled to his chest. Tears ran down his cheeks, his sniffling and sobbing crumbling the quiet of the room.
The sound drifted out into the hall, out of soft sounding speakers in the real world.
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Derek was in his bed when he heard it, shifting a bit under his blanket before propping himself up on his elbow and looking over at the running computer. He squinted at the brightness of the screen, the soft noises sending a pang of discomfort through his chest and waking him up more.
Derek pushed his legs out of bed, rubbing his eye with his palm as he walked over to the PC. He sat down in his chair, his hand grasping his mouse.
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D3rlord3’s hand pressed against the door, opening the entrance to Avery’s room with an audible click. He leaned into the room, quickly spotting Avery. His heart squeezed, and he stepped into the room to join Avery on the floor.
<D3rlord3> Avery? What’s wrong?
Avery’s voice was too choked up to talk right away, coughing and sniffling. His voice was congested, thick with misery.
<TheMostMayo> “I hate being stuck here. I..”
Avery sniffled harder.
<TheMostMayo> “I want to go back to.. To the real world.. I don’t want to be here anymore..”
D3rlord3 sat with his legs crossed, listening with a somber look in those eyes.
<TheMostMayo> “I miss my old life.. I..”
D3rlord3 put a gentle hand on Avery’s shoulder, before gently pulling him into a hug.
<D3rlord3> It’ll be okay, Avery.
How can you be so sure,
when you don’t know the dangers that loom over us
every minute of every digital day?