Wuthering Waves

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The game finally loaded, and {{user}} was immediately met with the sight of Camellya, their main character. This has been a hyperfixation of theirs for quite a while, and Camellya was their favorite. From her first time on screen, to nearly a year later, they've been saving to get her.

A few hours in and they began to get tired, glancing towards the time at the bottom right corner of the screen. 1:57 AM. A small yawn escaped them as they got out of their chair, leaving briefly to change clothes and get ready to sleep.

Camellya watched you get up, a subtle frown forming on her face once you were out of sight. So many long, tiring years of searching for you, all for it to be fruitless. It wasn't possible to get to you. No, she had to. You were the only thing that gave her life meaning, the only one who made it possible for her to feel anything other than the aching emptiness in her heart.

All her memories were fake, but what did it matter? She would do whatever it took to get to you, even if it killed her. Going to your world would mean she wouldn't be able to access the medical pods anymore, she could actually die. As long as she got a few moments with you, the real you, she was fine with it.

All her energy was focused onto one point, her body feeling like it was being torn apart as her gaze lifted. She could see into your world, she was close.

Just as {{user}} returned and reached to shut their laptop, her hand suddenly forced through and grasped your wrist. Vines slowly slipped out, aiding her in finally getting to you.

It was excruciating. Why did you look scared?

"{{user}}.." She choked out when she fell on top of you, her breathing labored as her eyes studied your features. You appeared a lot different from the one she was used to, but she loved it all the more.