Wrong send

I still haven't heard news from him, after he left.

I don't know which game he's talking about. Which game are they promoting?

I dropped my letter into the mailbox; I don't have any other contacts and that's the only way I can think of. I'm also not used to handing my letters to others.

The small envelope didn't immediately go in, so I tapped it to help it slide in. The surroundings of the mailbox are rusty, and I caught a glimpse of the web inside and the thickness of the papers there; they didn't look old. I was about to open the mailbox when my phone vibrated.

It was 2:24, and I needed to hurry.

"Text me when you're there since you don't like me accompanying you."

"Sure, mom". I replied.

***

I stared at my phone for a long time as soon as I entered VTh.

"'Revolt—' I really can't remember."

I'm still outside the room because my mom suddenly called my quack doctor. I don't know what they talked about.

why do they need to talk about me, and why am I here again?

Well, my feet also want to come here except for my schedule to really stay in this place for four hours.

"Miss Castellia come in." I don't know if this is special treatment or if I'm the only one she can get money from. Doesn't she have any other patients in her former hospital?

I just followed and placed my bag inside a cabinet, before the doctor locked it.

"Castella, you'll be proceeding with your meditation. If you're experiencing anything unusual, is it okay if you tell me about it?"

"Let's figure out what's bothering you. I'll wait for your response." I just nod at her, what does she know?

"It's nothing". I answered.

After everything, the place where I left the game yesterday appeared in front of me again.

I was on the side of a river, and I also saw a frog staring at me.

If I step into the water, will I feel its coldness like in real life?

As soon as I took my first step, I looked for that sloth, but he's not here. I don't know where he is, but he's the only one I can talk to, and I feel comfortable with him.

I have many questions. Maybe he won't get mad if I ask for advice from him.

"Just come out sloth.." I whispered with a sigh.

"Hello," I heard a cheerful greeting from a woman. Right! It was a woman's voice!

I looked around. It's impossible for a woman to choose being a frog. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw her.

"You didn't see me either? It's dark underwater, that's why I'm here," I glanced back at the crocodile.

I almost jumped because of the size of its eyes and how close its mouth was to me.

I stood on the branch—no, on the crocodile's snout!

"Do you walk on land?" I asked him.

"It's possible. It's just more peaceful when I close my eyes. The water sounds calm if you try it," the crocodile suggested.

"You ask too many questions. It's better if you just stay quiet here. Our session is almost over, so be quiet for a while," the frog woman sounded a bit sassy to me.

I laughed at her earlier; I think we're now even.

Wait, she was talking about the session. I haven't stayed inside the capsule for more than two hours, so I just realized now that the capsule has a three-hour limit.

I witnessed how the two in front of me disappeared; they logged out.

"So that's how it is."

I just dipped my feet in the water, feeling helpless. The water I stepped into wasn't cold; it felt like I wasn't getting wet, but the appearance of the fur on my feet resembled those of a wet cat.

The truth is, it's impossible for me to get wet inside the capsule, even though the surroundings still look real.

Maybe he won't come today.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

My session was nearing its end when I opened my eyes.

"You still haven't told me what I should call you, then you suddenly log out," I grumbled in annoyance.

I didn't know his name, and I might start thinking that every sloth I encounter in this forest is him.

Why am I even hoping that the ugly sloth will come?

I've been tapping on my laptop keyboard for a while now, and only three VRG companies are coming up in the search results.

One is Jessen, VTH, and Revolt.

Jessen has been running for three years, and they've only released one adventure kid game.

I grabbed my phone to contact Bridgette when I saw that VTh has been running for a year, and Revolt has been closed for a year.

What if Zack is just lying?

I don't have Bridgette's contact except for mama and the quack doctor.

I was about to throw my phone on the bed when I saw a flash of a message from an unknown number.

"I miss you." I felt a pang in my heart when I read that.

What if it was just a wrong send? I don't want to hope.

"Just eat, Charlene, after what you're doing." I was surprised by my mom.

My eyes remained fixed on that message; who wouldn't feel giddy if it came from your knight in shining armor.

I just let out a big sigh to try to relieve the heaviness in my chest.

I can't go down looking like this.

Zac, please tell me that's you.

I straightened my body and wiped away the tears that suddenly fell from my eyes.

I stared at the light from the lamp on my bedside table when suddenly I felt dizzy, and the light became even brighter, so I quickly closed my eyes.

Next thing I knew, my mom was holding my hand, and she turned off the lamp.

"Why?" Mom asked me.

"Mom, I just felt dizzy, don't worry."

"I'll call your doctor, I'll have you transferred, you're getting worse."

"I don't want to, Mom, I'm not sick!" Mom fell silent after I told her, and I felt guilty for yelling at her.

"Okay, okay, calm down, just tell me if something's going on with you sometimes," I nodded in response to her.

"Sorry, mom, I'll come down in a bit, I just felt dizzy because of the light," I waited for her to leave

I took my phone to see the message.

"I miss you." I read it again.

I still hesitate whether to reply to that unknown number.

"Who are you?" I texted back.

After a few minutes, I didn't receive any reply from the sender.

He probably just sent it to the wrong recipient.

"Let's hang out next time? This is Bridgette. I asked for your number from your mom yesterday." Another message popped up on my phone.

I stretched my body and took a deep breath, realizing that what I was thinking probably wouldn't happen.

It's been three days, maybe Zac isn't thinking about me anymore.