Pixelated Promises, Shattered Dreams

treaks of color in the darkness. My mind was a mess, replaying the day' s events on a loop. S

nally, building our small studio from nothing, creating a game that was getting real industry buzz. But my personal life felt like it was still on level one. We lived together, we wo

It was my mom. I ignored it

question yet? The game

eful prod that always made my stomach clench. I' d always brush it of

all the times I' d brought up marriage, my voice

publishing deal," he' d

nch period first," he' d murmur,

. We' ll have the biggest party, and I' l

bs I' d been following for years, and

ng on the couch in the dark. He flicked on the light, a

ng with a false cheerfulness. "The pre-orders fo

when I

ly quiet. "There is no 'we', Liam

nally gave way. The frustration, the betrayal, t

rs of my life! I built that game for us!

ole body shaking. I was gasping for air, the pain i

tep back, his face a mixture of shock a

m down!" I screamed.

izzying vertigo. The room tilted. I stumbled back and sank onto the couch, my h

e of pills inside. Riluzole. The name itself felt like a death sentence. I just needed one. Just t