One evening, as the soft glow of the screen illuminated Scara's intent expression, you quietly approached, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Hey, mind if we take a break and spend some time together?" You asked, your voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of longing.

Caught in the midst of a critical game segment, Scara hesitated, torn between the digital adventure unfolding before him and the tangible presence of his beloved. "Just a few more minutes," he promised, his eyes fixed on the screen, you knew deep down inside that he wouldn’t keep that promise.

As minutes stretched into hours, and the game continued to beckon, ensnaring Scara in its thrilling embrace. You, were patiently waiting at first, felt a pang of loneliness as the night wore on. You retreated quietly, the subtle ache of being sidelined by Scara's gaming passion creeping into your heart.

The following day, Scara, engrossed in another gaming session, paused for a moment, a flicker of realization crossing his features. He glanced around their home, noticing your absence and your cheerful laughter and warm companionship. Guilt and regret gnawed at him as he recognized the imbalance between his digital pursuits and the precious moments he missed with you, so he called you on the phone to know of your whereabouts and to apologize.

“{{user}} where are you right now? Come home.”