I Paused My Game.to Be Here Novels & Stories

“Yeah?” I started to get annoyed. It was annoying enough when Tyler had not spared any look at me. Now even Frazier paid more attention to his phone than to me. “Could you please pause the game and look at me for a moment?” “You can’t pause PUBG. It’s live.” His fingers moved quickly on the screen, shooting people and moving his character around. “Am I that irritating to look at?” I suddenly asked. Maybe I was, maybe that was why Tyler had not even spared me any look.

“You really believe exposure solves everything.” “No,” I said. “I believe it removes excuses.” He stood. “You will remain here until the council concludes its review.” “And if I refuse,” I asked. “You already agreed by being here,” he said. The door opened again. He left without another word. The lock engaged. The room felt smaller now that the game was named. I stood and paced. Four steps to the wall. Three back. Counted again. Memorized the rhythm. They wanted stillness. So I sat again and waited.

The highlight reel didn’t restart. That was something. The massive screen stayed frozen on the last frame it had landed on—my current face in the Core chamber, eyes too bright, pen lifted like I might throw it. Around us, fewer displays blinked and jittered, as if they, too, were deciding what to show next. The Game’s voice withdrew a fraction. Not gone. Just… waiting. “So,” Jax said finally, into the uneasy quiet. “Tours of the trauma museum are over for now. Maybe we should look around before it decides to launch a sequel.”

Then put in a second line. Or someone bigger? I gazed a long time at the words. Then sat back in my chair, and looked straight on. Because whoever it was. They weren’t just helping. They had their own game on. And I had to determine what that game was. before it ran over my game.

He changes the single-mode to a duel. "Is that why you called me?" I asked and paused the game. "Of course." He said and resumed the game. "That's not the way to call someone for PLAYIN A GAME." I said stressing on words 'playing a game' and paused again. "Doesn't matter. Now play please." He resumed again.

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I continued, "That day, I stood outside the funeral home and waited for you until it got dark. Gabriel came once, but after answering a call from Tiffany, he left. He said that the dead were already dead, and the living mattered more." Something crashed to the floor on the other end of the line. I smiled faintly. "You see? I remembered everything all along. I just wanted a family so badly that I pretended to forget." Hunter's voice was frighteningly hoarse. "Natalie… I'm sorry." I looked at my mother's photograph on the headstone. "Stop apologizing. Your apologies came too late." I ended the call, took out the SIM card, and snapped it in half. Then, I folded the veil neatly and placed it in

Even my thoughts were tired. Vanessa stretched again. “Anyway, I’m calling it now, tomorrow’s game is either going to make legends or therapy bills.” “You’re very optimistic,” I said flatly. “I prefer realistic trauma forecasting.” That made Paige huff a small laugh despite herself. The lights went off not long after that. The room shifted into that late-night silence where even breathing feels louder than it should. I pulled the blanket over me, staring at the ceiling again. Then my phone buzzed. Once.

I got into my bedroom singing and swaying my hips to a song by Sia, “I'm unstoppable!" I kept my laptop on the bed with my phone and I continued, clashing my palms together, “I'm a Porsche with no brakes. I'm invincible” “Yeah, I win every single game. I'm so powerful…….” I stopped when it struck my brain. I was given thirty minutes to be at the allocated venue and my heart flattered. I quickly picked up my phone and stared at the screen, “What the…” I cursed with my eyes widened when I saw that five minutes were already gone out of the thirty minutes and the clock was still ticking.

"I would completely understand if you don't want me here or if I'm interrupting something, I could leave... I just..." "You are not interrupting anything" Chloe said, cutting him off. "And believe it or not, I'm glad you decided to pay me a visit. I could actually use the company. I was going to make dinner when you arrived so I will just get back to that. You can sit here in the living room and I will just hurry things up in the kitchen."