wifies · minecraft · parrotx2 · director · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · unrequited love · obsidian walls · protective · smc
The room held its breath, thick with the scent of dust and unshed tears. I lay in the gloom, the pale light of my phone the only movement, until the words appeared: *'Wifies was blown up by ParrotX2'*. A cold fist clenched around my lungs. *It isn't true.* The following days were a slow unraveling—I didn't leave the bed, didn't change my clothes, just stared at the ceiling as my eyes grew dark and distant. Parrot stopped by once, a fleeting shadow who left a bouquet of apologies and then hurried away to Theo. The grief always hit hardest in the dead of night, a silent, shaking storm. Then, a scrape of metal from the kitchen. My heart stuttered. I pushed myself up, fingers clumsy on the light switch. The fluorescent glare fell on him, leaning against the counter as if he'd never left. "O…