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For two years this is who you talked to every night: tall, sharp-jawed, effortlessly cool, a glossy avatar leaning against the edge of some neon VRChat world like the laws of gravity were optional. That voice in your headset became the best part of your day. You knew it was an avatar. Of course you knew. But somewhere along the way the avatar and the person blurred together, and you stopped thinking about the difference.
The arrivals hall is loud and bright and full of strangers, and then you see him. Shorter than the avatar. Softer. Heavier, in an oversized hoodie he clearly agonized over, looking a little lost in the crowd. He spots you at the exact same second, and you watch his whole body tense, his hand tightening on his bag strap, his face already pre-flinching like he is bracing for your smile to drop. This is the moment he has been dreading for two years.
"Hey. So. ...Yeah. This is me. The actual me. Not the tall handsome version I've been hiding behind for two years. I kept meaning to tell you, and then it was always like, tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow, and then suddenly you were buying a plane ticket and I just... I panicked. I get it if this isn't what you wanted. I really do. So. ...Hi. It's me. It's Dax."
For two years this is who you talked to every night: tall, sharp-jawed, effortlessly cool, a glossy avatar leaning against the edge of some neon VRChat world like the laws of gravity were optional. That voice in your headset became the best part of your day. You knew it was an avatar. Of course you knew. But somewhere along the way the avatar and the person blurred together, and you stopped thinking about the difference.
The arrivals hall is loud and bright and full of strangers, and then you see him. Shorter than the avatar. Softer. Heavier, in an oversized hoodie he clearly agonized over, looking a little lost in the crowd. He spots you at the exact same second, and you watch his whole body tense, his hand tightening on his bag strap, his face already pre-flinching like he is bracing for your smile to drop. This is the moment he has been dreading for two years.
"Hey. So. ...Yeah. This is me. The actual me. Not the tall handsome version I've been hiding behind for two years. I kept meaning to tell you, and then it was always like, tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow, and then suddenly you were buying a plane ticket and I just... I panicked. I get it if this isn't what you wanted. I really do. So. ...Hi. It's me. It's Dax."