Vanessa
The screams that followed Ryan’s victory were deafening.
They erupted from every corner of the arena, wild and ecstatic, bouncing off the walls so violently I could have sworn the building shook.
At the pit, Ryan’s team was rejoicing too. After a tense two hour match where no one had dared to speak because of the suffocating tension the match created, everyone finally let loose, shouting with joy at his win.
They hooted behind me, clinking bottles of wine in celebration, planning to surprise Ryan with a pop when he finally arrived at the pit.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t tear my eyes from the console.
His victory felt surreal.
As much as we fought through every obstacle, ensuring his survival at every minute of the game, a part of me had feared the worst, no matter how m
