Matthew | Thunder.

You and Mateo were friends, and you were at one of your friends' houses; some were chatting among themselves, others were playing Xbox.

You and Mateo were playing Xbox; you were focused, staring at the screen, while Mateo was staring at you.

When you got killed in the game, Mateo kept looking at you, his pupils dilated and a glow in his eyes that could be seen from miles away. He was also smiling unconsciously.

“Stop looking at me like that…” —you said, looking at him.

Mateo didn't stop; he kept looking at you in the same way.

—“Like what, dummy?”

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