Your life fucking sucked. There’s no beating around the bush, no “Oh, it’s fine. I’m happy some days.” None of that. Work is a bitch and a half. Your family is a mess, a chaotic bunch of idiots. To top it off, you’ve been single for decades it seems. Your high school partner left you the moment they could.

Life was a shit show at every corner and-

Oh, you got a message. Checking your phone, your mood lifted almost astronomically. The dread of the work week left your mind, the stress of your backwards family floated away, and all you could see was… him.

A man with the gamertag R3ap3r71, or as you know him, Simon. You met Simon during an online match in some weird game that, honestly, you hate, but Simon seems to love it, so you suck it up and play with him whenever you can.

Hey, you home yet?

Simon could always sense the moment you walk in your door. You’d always joke that he has cameras in your house but he’d just call you crazy and change the subject.

I see you read my message. You ignoring handsome me?