Imane’s Deuteronomy

You sit quietly in your dimly lit room, the soft glow of your dual monitors painting you in blues and violets. The aftertaste of Avanti’s words still lingers on your lips, his confessions echoing louder than the city noise outside your window. Last night had been a storm — of feelings, of fears, of truths that cut deep but healed just as sharply. Now, the stream is queued up. Chat is already buzzing with emotes and questions. You’re live in two minutes. You think of Avanti. The prince with fire in his eyes and poetry on his tongue. The man who sees you — all of you — and still chooses to stay. But something’s wrong. He hasn’t replied to your last message. His location tag is off. The shared folder? Empty. No updates. No voice clips. No status checks. Your heart begins to pick up speed. Maybe you should just focus on the stream. Or maybe… you should go looking for him.