We kept playing late into the night, stretching each level out longer than necessary, sometimes just messing around instead of actually solving the puzzles. Wes didn’t rush anything. He didn’t call me out on my obvious stalling tactics. He just let me do my thing and kept me company every step of the way.
I had needed this.
Not the game itself, but him. His voice in my headset, his easy laughter, the way he let me pretend everything was normal even though we both knew it wasn’t.
But eventually, reality had to butt its way in like it always did.
“Alright, Leigh,” Wes sighed dramatically. “I gotta call it.”
I didn’t respond right away. I'd known it was coming—I’d known it for the past hour. I'd felt the end creeping up on us like a stalker.
But still, I tried to stall for just a little
