That Doesn't Make Any Sense

"We'll do everything in our power to find a way to support you."

Victor's body tensed as his lips parted slightly.

A lump formed in his throat.

He could feel it.

Their sincerity.

Their resolve.

Their belief in him.

But he just…

Couldn't accept it.

He pulled himself away from their grasp, standing up abruptly.

Then, with a voice laced in quiet exhaustion, he muttered:

"…I don't see how that's possible."

And without another word, he walked to his room and shut the door behind him.

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The moment Victor was alone, he leaned against the door.

His breathing was shaky.

His eyes burned.

He swallowed the pain down, but it refused to settle.

Slowly, his gaze drifted toward the VR helmet resting by his bedside.

The same VRMMORPG helmet he hadn't touched in over a month.

It was covered in dust.

Neglected.

Forgotten.