After the overwhelming emotional rollercoaster of the past few days, Rose couldn't help but feel frustrated. The constant questions, the strange pull toward the game, and the intensity of her connection with Sylus had left her feeling drained. It wasn't just the game that was troubling her; it was the fact that she couldn't seem to separate herself from it. Her mind wandered back to the dream, the touch, the kiss, the heat that had surged through her as if it had all been real.
She needed a break. She needed to clear her head and regain some sense of normalcy. So, she made a decision: she would step away from Love and Deep Space for a while. No more playing. No more Sylus. Just her and the real world.
Rose returned to her daily routine, focusing on work, spending time with her friends, and trying to push away the confusing feelings that had clouded her thoughts. She went out more, enjoyed casual conversations with her friends, and found solace in the mundanity of life. But no matter how hard she tried, a part of her couldn't fully escape the lingering presence of the game.
It was during one of these moments—sitting with her friends at a local café, sipping her latte—that Rose's peaceful moment was interrupted. She idly scrolled through her phone, checking for any updates. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat when she saw the familiar icon of Love and Deep Space blinking at her, signaling an update.
Curious and a bit apprehensive, she tapped on the app, her fingers hesitant over the screen. The game opened automatically, showing an entirely new scene. Rose's eyes widened as she saw the characters—the same ones from the game—locked in an intimate embrace.
It was a scene like no other. The camera angle, the slow-motion movement, the lighting, and the expressions on their faces were all designed to create an atmosphere that was undeniably sensual. But what made Rose freeze in shock was the fact that this scene... this exact scene, down to the details, was almost identical to the dream she had.
The gentle touch. The brushing of hair. The kiss. The heat that had built up between her and Sylus in that dream—this was it. It was almost as if the scene had been lifted from her subconscious.
"How... how is this possible?" Rose muttered under her breath, her heart pounding. It wasn't just a dream anymore. It was real.
Her hands trembled slightly as she zoomed in on the characters in the scene. The same deep, red eyes she had seen in her dream—Sylus's eyes—stared back at her from the screen, as if mocking her for doubting the bond they shared.
Could it be? Was it possible that she was somehow a part of this game? A character in it, even though she was living in the real world? The thought sent a chill down her spine.
Rose's mind spun in circles as she tried to process what she was seeing. Her breath became shallow, and her hands tightened around her phone. The more she looked at the scene, the more the line between what was real and what was a game blurred.
But how? How could this happen? Was it possible that the game had somehow tapped into her subconscious? Or had her bond with Sylus become so strong that even the game developers had unknowingly mirrored it? Was she, in some way, a part of the game? Was she a character—just like Sylus—and did her connection with him transcend the boundaries of the virtual world?
Her thoughts were a whirlwind, and the café around her seemed to fade into the background. She could hear the hum of conversations, the clink of cups, but it all felt distant. Her mind was preoccupied with one singular question: Am I a character in this game?
She stared at the screen, unable to tear her gaze away. The scene played on, now even more intimate, and her heart began to race. Was this what the game had been trying to tell her all along? That she wasn't just a player—she was part of something much larger?
Her hand shook slightly as she set the phone down on the table, unable to look at it anymore. She leaned back in her chair, the weight of her own thoughts pressing on her chest.
The dream, the game, the strange connection with Sylus... Was it all somehow connected? Could it be that her bond with Sylus had somehow crossed into the realm of the game and become more real than she ever could have imagined?
As she sat there, lost in thought, her friends continued chatting around her, unaware of the turmoil swirling in Rose's mind. Rose's lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no words came. How could she explain any of this?
The truth was, she didn't even know what was real anymore.