They should have been scared. But the loneliness that had lived in Kirby’s chest for years — the hollow silence after the stream ended, the blue glow of a monitor at 3 a.m. — felt, for the first time, noticed .
But sometimes — during the hardest matches, when Kirby was about to give up — a cool nose would brush against their fingers. No one else saw it. The camera never caught it. imskirby dog
The dog stood up. Walked to the window. The moonlight passed through it like water, and for a moment, Kirby saw through its shape — saw a girl in a hospital bed, hooked to monitors, her hand resting on the chest of a service dog that had never left her side. The girl had Kirby’s eyes. They should have been scared
The dog stayed.
Then they turned around.
One night, after a particularly brutal loss, Kirby leaned back in their chair. “Hex,” they said quietly, off-mic. “Are you even real?” But sometimes — during the hardest matches, when