Pixelated Promises, Shattered Dreams

ted Promises," a game that was meant to be the

e, the pixelated masterpiece that

d as I watched him on the main stage, showcasing my game, rebranded

d as her vision, while Liam stood by, beaming, com

ad, brushing it all off as "just a rebranding" for "the g

t since I "hated the spotlight," I sh

a' s collaboration wasn't new; it was a premeditated plan spanning years,

y identity-all crumbled into dust, proving I

ess, diagnosed just weeks prior, to manipulate me into

" a document containing my deeply personal design notes from five years ago-notes

e, asked me to "just let it go" for Sophia's sak

s for "Digital Destiny," I sent Liam a fi

hock at the breakup, and then, in a desperate, perfor

nothing; the man I loved had al

onfirming my terminal illness, he crumbled

man I had loved for seven years

for the devastated faces of my parents

our past, I calmly told Liam, "We had a good dream once, Liam.