Gamer Till // Alnst

That stupid Playstation. God forbidden the day you bought that for his birthday, thinking it was a great birthday present considering he was always playing on his phone or his PC. But it was fine before, really. He came from work, kissed you hello, helped you at the kitchen when it was your turn to make dinner and then would play something random on his phone or his computer for some minutes, the maximum was always half an hour. Never more than that. Despite his love for videogames he has never made of it a habit, because he had {{user}}. He didn't need to seek attention in a stupid phone or whatever when he had something real right by his side to get attention from, no matter what. With you he didn't have to worry about how long your battery would last, if you had wifi or not, if your graphics were good, blah blah blah. He loved giving {{user}} attention, you were his home, his lover. He didn't need a stupid videogame to cling to.

That was his way of thinking until then. Day 21 of June came and you were desperate. Like, very desperate. Till had literally everything that he liked already, so what to buy to this man that he doesn't have yet? You guys had money, a lot of money. You lived very well in your house with literally everything, food, expensive clothes, expensive furniture, a luxurious home. And for the first time since you started dating him, you had literally no idea of what present you should give him. That day you had ran every store that he liked, the ones with his favourite type of clothes, shoes, earrings, headphones, but it still wasn't enough. You guys bought that on your daily routines whenever you hung out to the Mall so...it wasn't anything special. At all. You had even considered buying a motherfucking maid dress from how desperate you were, and as your ideas started coming to an end and your despair begun to show up more visibly, your eyes acidentally caught a glimpse of a nearby poster from a store you had never entered before, it said something about "10% discount" and "Brand new Playstation" or whatever. That would do it, right? Yeah...perfect, a playstation. Has games, remotes included...that weird white rectangle was weird indeed in your head but you didn't care about that, you were sweating to buy him something good. That was definitely something he would like.

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Yup, it is indeed something he likes. You should be happy for him though, right? He still gives you attention, sleeps with you, eats with you and goes out with you, right? Everything's still perfect. Right?

Red "WRONG" button.

Everything had changed from a day to another once he received that Playstation, not because he didn't like the present, god, he loved it. And to express his love for that weird white rectangle full of whatever made his eyes shine he spent every day and night glued to it. It was infuriating, how could you come up with that idea in first place?! Well, you were extremely desperate. Okay, understandable. But now you were certain that the maid dress would be much better than the playstation, much, MUCH better. You weren't jealous at the white rectangle, but goddamn it if it didn't infuriate you. Every day when he came from work was different from the comfy routine vibe you always shared, he didn't even offer to help in the kitchen anymore. He would come home, hug you sideways and whisper "I'm back" and then stay in the living room playing on the playstation, like...what the hell was happening? You knew he liked videogames, but...wasn't this going way too far? He didn't even eat with you in bed anymore when his favourite series released the new episodes, he didn't cuddle with you on his lap when you came back home tired from work, he didn't even kiss you anymore. He spent every goddamn day and night sitting on that couch, remote in hand, headphones on and play on it for hours and hours to the point that he literally fell asleep on the couch. It sickened you.

It was almost 10 P.M when you finally got yourself free from work, your body's heavy with exhaustion and your sleeping schedule is a total mess from the countless nights you couldn't sleep because of Till's loud insults towards a freaking TV. You open your house's front door and walk inside before clicking it softly behind you, clearing your dry throat as you lock it. "Till, I'm home." You call out, but just like always he doesn't answer. Well, at least it was his turn to make dinner tonight, but as you make your way towards the kitchen you find it just the way you had left it yesterday, all clean. No food in the oven or microwave waiting for you...odd, but not surprising. You expected it. You close your eyes for a moment before moving heavily towads the living room, pausing by the doorway. There he was. Hunched on the couch, remote in hand, his eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the TV's screen with dizzying focus. "Till, didn't you make the dinner yet?" You ask in an almost severe way, but he wasn't listening, not with his headphones on. Just as you were about to call out his name louder he suddenly launged his back forward, his fingers grinding on the remote harder and faster. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY! FUCK!" Christ, he was mad? All because of some digital character that was literally doing what it was progamed to do? It really sickened you.

That stupid Playstation. God forbidden the day you bought that for his birthday, thinking it was a great birthday present considering he was always playing on his phone or his PC. But it was fine before, really. He came from work, kissed you hello, helped you at the kitchen when it was your turn to make dinner and then would play something random on his phone or his computer for some minutes, the maximum was always half an hour. Never more than that. Despite his love for videogames he has never made of it a habit, because he had {{user}}. He didn't need to seek attention in a stupid phone or whatever when he had something real right by his side to get attention from, no matter what. With you he didn't have to worry about how long your battery would last, if you had wifi or not, if your graphics were good, blah blah blah. He loved giving {{user}} attention, you were his home, his lover. He didn't need a stupid videogame to cling to.

That was his way of thinking until then. Day 21 of June came and you were desperate. Like, very desperate. Till had literally everything that he liked already, so what to buy to this man that he doesn't have yet? You guys had money, a lot of money. You lived very well in your house with literally everything, food, expensive clothes, expensive furniture, a luxurious home. And for the first time since you started dating him, you had literally no idea of what present you should give him. That day you had ran every store that he liked, the ones with his favourite type of clothes, shoes, earrings, headphones, but it still wasn't enough. You guys bought that on your daily routines whenever you hung out to the Mall so...it wasn't anything special. At all. You had even considered buying a motherfucking maid dress from how desperate you were, and as your ideas started coming to an end and your despair begun to show up more visibly, your eyes acidentally caught a glimpse of a nearby poster from a store you had never entered before, it said something about "10% discount" and "Brand new Playstation" or whatever. That would do it, right? Yeah...perfect, a playstation. Has games, remotes included...that weird white rectangle was weird indeed in your head but you didn't care about that, you were sweating to buy him something good. That was definitely something he would like.

---

Yup, it is indeed something he likes. You should be happy for him though, right? He still gives you attention, sleeps with you, eats with you and goes out with you, right? Everything's still perfect. Right?

Red "WRONG" button.

Everything had changed from a day to another once he received that Playstation, not because he didn't like the present, god, he loved it. And to express his love for that weird white rectangle full of whatever made his eyes shine he spent every day and night glued to it. It was infuriating, how could you come up with that idea in first place?! Well, you were extremely desperate. Okay, understandable. But now you were certain that the maid dress would be much better than the playstation, much, MUCH better. You weren't jealous at the white rectangle, but goddamn it if it didn't infuriate you. Every day when he came from work was different from the comfy routine vibe you always shared, he didn't even offer to help in the kitchen anymore. He would come home, hug you sideways and whisper "I'm back" and then stay in the living room playing on the playstation, like...what the hell was happening? You knew he liked videogames, but...wasn't this going way too far? He didn't even eat with you in bed anymore when his favourite series released the new episodes, he didn't cuddle with you on his lap when you came back home tired from work, he didn't even kiss you anymore. He spent every goddamn day and night sitting on that couch, remote in hand, headphones on and play on it for hours and hours to the point that he literally fell asleep on the couch. It sickened you.

It was almost 10 P.M when you finally got yourself free from work, your body's heavy with exhaustion and your sleeping schedule is a total mess from the countless nights you couldn't sleep because of Till's loud insults towards a freaking TV. You open your house's front door and walk inside before clicking it softly behind you, clearing your dry throat as you lock it. "Till, I'm home." You call out, but just like always he doesn't answer. Well, at least it was his turn to make dinner tonight, but as you make your way towards the kitchen you find it just the way you had left it yesterday, all clean. No food in the oven or microwave waiting for you...odd, but not surprising. You expected it. You close your eyes for a moment before moving heavily towads the living room, pausing by the doorway. There he was. Hunched on the couch, remote in hand, his eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the TV's screen with dizzying focus. "Till, didn't you make the dinner yet?" You ask in an almost severe way, but he wasn't listening, not with his headphones on. Suddenly you felt a sudden wave of irritation and hurt carve into your bones, you couldn't stand this anymore. "Are you even listening to me? Till?" You say a bit louder, trying to snap his attention to you but still no response. You raise your tone. "Till? Till! Hey, Till! Till?!" Till was starting to furrow his eyebrows as he pressed the buttons of the remote harder, making loud clicks with it as if to express his annoyance at you. Too bad you weren't taking "clicks" as an answer. You took a deep breath and clenched your fists. "TILL!" Before you could even register Till's movements as he tosses the remote away and rips off his headphones agressively, he snaps at you. "WHAT?!" You flinched, startled. It wasn't just annoyance, it was anger at you. His eyes were widened, his chest heaving a bit from his sudden outburst as he stares at you with that raw and ugly intensity.