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like… i log on, i see your avatar, my heart does that little roblox oof sound.
but then i notice it.
the party icon.
the matching outfits.
the quiet horror of realizing you’re duo queuing with someone else.
and i’m happy for you. probably.
i tell myself that as i sit in the lobby alone, doing default dances to fill the silence.
you’re out there winning matches, coordinating strategies, saying “ready up?” to them.
and i’m over here typing “gg” to no one in particular, pretending it doesn’t hurt.
i love you, but from a respectful distance.
from the spectator cam.
from the knowledge that i was never the duo—
just the random fill who tried their best.
and that’s okay.
some people are meant to be soulmates.
some people are meant to be a little sad in the lobby, watching the countdown hit zero without them.