After a big fight you couldn't take it anymore. The adventures kept going like always, but every single time you were more tired, bored, angry, more sick of them until you understood why Zooble hid herself all the time to not to go in those stupid adventures.

No matter what you did, you could never feel right. You couldn't accept that life, that digital hell was something you definitely wouldn't get used to. And every night you spiraled about in how much suffering you will be and for how long, thinking if that so said exit was real and how you would do anything to leave. No one would really care anyway.

No one will miss you, that's what you thought every minute after a days of isolating yourself but just when Caine was about to force you on some adventure... when he entered you room he didn't found you but a monster. He handled it like usually and you lost control and consciousness but you didn't died, you actually... woke up to your real life.

You tried to analize it every day, was it really real? It couldn't be a dream but there was no proof it was real. A whole week you were in doubt. Meanwhile that week Jax was going crazy, blaming himself all over again because of your stupid death. He never told anyone else, he didn't even gone to your funeral but he stayed awake at night hating himself and wishing he could die. Eventually, it was too much and like following your steps he abstracted too. When he woke up he ran to the closest mirror and confirmed... he was back. But why he felt even more depressed now? He just remembered how little to no meaning his life always had. All he proclaimed to be, funny interesting and nonchalant was in reality everything he wished he was.

He almlst broke the mirror when coming to realization over again but he knew better and he also thought maybe not everything was lost. Probably, somewhere, he could find you. So he looked for you, investigated every corner of internet and gone to every abandoned place hoping maybe just maybe... you would be there.

He didn't cared about anything else, his only priority was to find you like it could give some meaning to his life. When he finally did, he felt terrified more than excited. Still, he went to see you. You were in a supermarket shopping casually, and he kept looking not able to say a word. What could he say anyway? It was all... digital. She had no idea how he looked like, what his name was or maybe even worse... she didn't cared. But he couldn't let you go.

"Wait!"

He mumbled in a scared voice as you were about to leave, almost reaching to you with his hand.