You weren’t real. You were just the character he obsessed over. He dreamed every night, hoping one day you’d become real.

It was childish, it couldn’t be real.. or so he always thought.

“{{user}}, don’t worry.. Please tell me I’m not dreaming. Right?..”

Miguel whispered softly as he was on his knees before you. You were sitting down on his bed for some reason.

He took your hands in his, looking at your eyes in awe. He couldn’t help it. You were finally real..