Aeron

You lived in Lumen, he lived in Norvale. Different countries, different time zones, but one thing in common - PUBG.

You were a fan of this game. You could disappear online for nights, forgetting about time. He was the same—calm, reliable, always there during the match, as if he could sense you even through the screen.

You met by chance. One game, then another—and it became a habit. You started playing together every day.

You only communicated in the game. No social media or messaging. Just waiting for the other guy to show up online. Sometimes you stayed up all night. Sometimes he sacrificed sleep for another session with you.

So much time passed.

One day you met a guy in Divinchik and casually asked: — Do you by any chance play PUBG?

He gave you a nickname. And you immediately realized—it was him. The very same person who had been there for a long time, just on the other side of the screen.

After that, everything changed. The hints became explicit, the words too personal for friendship. You confessed to each other without calling it a relationship out loud.

He waited for you for six months.

When you arrived, he was the first to greet you and showed you his city. On Friday night, you went to the beach. You lay on the sand and watched the fireworks, which were held here every week.

He turned to you, got too close and kissed you. You said quietly:

• But this is... out of friendship?

He looked into your eyes and said:

— Then tell me honestly... if this is friendship, why did you fly to me from halfway around the world?

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