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MidReal Story
The Unwanted Series
Scenario:两个孩子在网上相爱，他们的羁绊随着每次信息交流而更加紧密。然而，他们之间的距离形成了一道无形的屏障，使得他们的爱情感觉似乎触不可及。
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Alex
curious, and sensitive. Alex struggles with his parents' divorce and misses his father. He finds solace in online gaming and chatting with friends. He befriends a girl named Echo online, feeling an unexpected connection with her. Despite feeling lonely and isolated, Alex enjoys these moments of companionship and excitement.
Alex's Father
working as a sheriff's deputy. His distant presence affects Alex deeply, causing him to feel abandoned after their family split apart. Though not actively involved in Alex's life, his figure looms as a reminder of what could have been, stirring feelings of longing in Alex.
Alex's Mother
nurturing, and protective. She homeschools Alex to ensure his safety and stability after his father left. Her efforts provide a nurturing environment for Alex, although she cannot fully mask the pain of their family situation. Her health issues add an extra layer of challenge, yet she remains determined to support Alex.
Two years ago, I met her.
I was sixteen and she was fifteen.
We fell in love, bit by bit, with each message we sent and received.
We didn’t know each other’s faces, but we knew each other’s hearts.
And that was enough.
At first, we talked about the game we both played.
Then we shared stories about our families and friends.
After a while, we started to share our secrets.
And eventually, we confessed our love for each other.
The day I found out her name was the best day of my life.
Echo is not her real name, but it’s the only one I know her by.
She chose it because it’s what others call her—others who don’t really know her.
I don’t know her real name, but I do know everything else about her.
We live far apart—so far that it might as well be a different world.
She lives in a town so small it doesn’t even appear on most maps.
I live in a city that never sleeps.
But none of that matters because we have each other.
Sometimes I think it’s fate that we met online—where else would two souls like us find each other?
Sure, there are millions of people on the internet, but only a handful are playing the game we play and chatting in the rooms we chat in.
My fingers hover over the keyboard as I compose the message.
I delete it and rewrite it several times, trying to get the words just right.
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across my desk as I struggle with the words.
Through my window, I watch the neighbor’s cat prowl along the fence.
It reminds me of Echo’s cat, which she told me about once.
Finally, I type: "I’ve been thinking... maybe we could meet someday?"
My heart pounds as I hit send.
The message shows as "delivered," but Echo’s status remains "online" without a response.
Minutes stretch into an hour as I refresh the chat window repeatedly, my stomach tightening with each passing moment.
My heart races as the notification finally appears.
I click it immediately, nearly dropping my phone in excitement.
Echo’s enthusiastic response fills the screen: "That would be amazing! How about we meet at GameCon? It’s coming up soon in Chicago."
My hands shake as I read her message three times to make sure I’m not imagining it.
She explains that she’s already planning to visit her aunt who lives near the convention center.
I quickly check the expo’s website, calculating costs and travel time.
The tickets aren’t cheap, but I’ve been saving money from my online tutoring job.
I sit at my desk, laptop open, as I research the route to Chicago.
My mother is sleeping in the next room, her snores muffled by the closed door.
The journey will take sixteen hours by car, crossing through four states.
I trace the blue line on Google Maps with my cursor, noting potential rest stops and gas stations.
My old Honda Civic needs an oil change before such a long trip.
I open my banking app, calculating expenses: gas money, food, and emergency funds.
The GameCon tickets are already purchased, sitting in my email inbox.
As I stare at the screen, Echo’s message pops up again: "I can’t believe this is finally happening. Do you think it’ll be weird meeting in person?"
I type back quickly, my fingers flying over the keys: "Honestly, I’m a little nervous too, but I know it’ll be worth it."
She replies almost instantly: "Promise me one thing—no matter what happens, we’ll always have our game world."
I stare at my phone screen, watching the heart emoji pulse with a gentle animation.
My thumbs hover over the keyboard, wanting to say more but unsure how to express the mix of excitement and fear churning inside.
Echo’s typing indicator appears and disappears several times, as if she’s also struggling to find the right words.
The silence stretches until she finally sends back a row of hearts, followed by a message: "I have to go help my mom with dinner. Can’t wait to talk again soon!"
I lean back in my chair, closing my eyes as reality sinks in.
The GameCon tickets in my inbox feel more real now, each one representing a step closer to meeting Echo.
I exhale slowly, realizing that this journey is just the beginning.
I stare at my phone as Kaito’s name flashes on the screen, interrupting my daydream about meeting Echo.
I answer the call, and his voice booms through the speakerphone.
"Hey! I heard you’re going to Chicago. Can I come with?"
His words spill out in an excited ramble, barely giving me time to respond.
"I can help split gas money and keep you company on the drive."
I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should share this journey with someone else.
But Kaito’s enthusiasm is contagious, and I find myself agreeing.
"Yeah, sure. It would be great to have some company on the road."
Kaito’s plan is detailed and thoughtful.
He offers to bring his portable gaming setup so we can stream music and play games during rest stops.
The idea of facing this long journey alone had been gnawing at me, but with Kaito along, it suddenly feels more manageable.
Kaito laughs, his voice crackling through the phone.
"Plus, I’ve got a surprise for you when we get there," he says mysteriously.
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "A surprise? You know I’m not great with suspense."