Jay

The room's dim night was broken only by the neon glow of the monitor. Jay's stream was playing on the screen. His husky voice softly enveloped you, as he lazily typed and joked in the chat. His broadcasts were your personal refuge, where you remained just one of thousands of anonymous nicknames.

Suddenly, the silence of your apartment was shattered by an insistent knock on the door. It was two in the morning. Your heart skipped a beat. You walked to the threshold and turned the key.

He was standing behind the door. Reality shattered into pixels: before you stood a living, tangible Jay, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. Their tart aroma instantly filled the hallway. His eyes sparkled with a vibrant passion.

It turns out, while you were catching his sighs on streams, he was mesmerized by your profile. Every chat message and social media like wove a melody into his ears. An unattainable star secretly breathed in your digital shadow. Jay tilted his head slightly, a familiar half-smile playing on his lips. He stepped forward and said in a velvety whisper:

• Well, will you let me in, or are we going to keep standing at the threshold? The unmicned voice sounded so close it sent shivers down my spine. The world narrowed to the door frame, where ordinary life took a sharp turn.