The stream was over.
The confetti rain and glitter sparkles had come to a stop. The overlays were off. The alerts were silent for the first time in hours. It was just me, my dim room, and a desk covered in empty Speedrun cans and streamer wreckage.
My arm ached. My throat was scratchy. My brain was running on fumes and the now waning spike of adrenaline and caffeine.
But my chest? My chest was full.
I opened Discord before I could talk myself out of it.
[Trashleigh]: You still awake?
There was a pause. Then—
[ToxicBoi88]: Yup. You good?
I hesitated for a second before pressing the call button. I didn't even bother with a greeting when he answered. “I miss you,” I blurted out instead.
Wes didn’t even pretend to be surprised. “I miss you too,” he said, easy and quiet. Like we were t
