The Gaming Hall Attempt
“Let’s go smash the record on your favorite racing game,” Marcus said, injecting an artificial cheerfulness into his voice.
But Liam simply dragged his feet, hands buried deep in his pockets, showing zero interest. Marcus and I exchanged forced, bright smiles, pretending to be excited, but the atmosphere remained heavy. Not even the vivid lights and pulsing noise of the arcade could dispel the gloom hanging over him.
The arcade used to be a riot of sound, flashing lights, and fun—enough to thrill any child.
Request to Go Home
Just when it seemed like we might be making a connection, Liam startled us with a sudden request: “Can we just go home now?” “Already?!”
We quickly tried to hide our concern until Marcus murmured, “We have to figure out what’s going on.” I nodded, steeling myself for a serious discussion when we got back. There was a root cause for this behavior, and I needed to uncover it.
The question hit us like an ice bath. “We said, both Marcus and I, in unison. He just nodded, visibly uncomfortable.
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