Sam stood up. His chair didn’t squeak. He’d oiled it years ago, because Leo hated the sound.
Round after round. They didn't speak. They just played. The basement grew darker. The only light was the screen, splitting the room into two unequal halves: Leo’s side cluttered with old energy drink cans, Sam’s side neat and empty except for a single photograph tucked under his monitor—their mother on a beach, laughing, before the chemo. call of duty black ops 2 split screen pc
Leo looked at the split screen—empty now, both sides showing the same post-match scoreboard, the same useless numbers. Sam stood up
Sam stood up. His chair didn’t squeak. He’d oiled it years ago, because Leo hated the sound.
Round after round. They didn't speak. They just played. The basement grew darker. The only light was the screen, splitting the room into two unequal halves: Leo’s side cluttered with old energy drink cans, Sam’s side neat and empty except for a single photograph tucked under his monitor—their mother on a beach, laughing, before the chemo.
Leo looked at the split screen—empty now, both sides showing the same post-match scoreboard, the same useless numbers.