He Wouldn't Stop, Even After I "Died"
"Wait, Zach, you sent that to the wrong group! Hurry, delete it!"
One by one, the messages were deleted. I stared at the screen, my chest tightening as pain surged through my numb heart.
I used to think 99 percent on the affection score meant something real. I was happy but also afraid, constantly walking on eggshells around Zachary, treating every rare moment of tenderness like it was gold.
But it turned out, raising the affection score was just a way to make fun of me. They only did it to watch me suffer.
It wasn't long before Zachary called.