The first time you found his channel, there were three of them.
It was 12:47 AM.
You should have been asleep.
So should he.
You closed the tab. You reopened the tab.
You told yourself it would be the only time.
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You'll follow a nearly empty channel. Then come back. Then come back again.
The first time you found his channel, there were three of them.
It was 12:47 AM.
You should have been asleep.
So should he.
You closed the tab. You reopened the tab.
You told yourself it would be the only time.
You came back the next day.
Then the day after that.
You told yourself it was just curiosity.
That wasn't quite true.
There were five of them, that night.
You didn't think you'd come back.
Yet a few days later, his name showed up again in your recommendations.
You already recognized luna_14. You still didn't know who she was.
You wondered, for a second, if she recognized you too.
This time, there were eleven.
Some hadn't come back.
That night, though, something seemed better.
You caught yourself hoping it would stay that way.
The next day, everything was back to normal.
You'd almost believed it would last.
Then, more than ever.
The questions had started.
You wanted to know too. You never asked yourself.
They wouldn't stop now.
He never answered.
The chat had eventually stopped asking.
You kept watching the number climb. You weren't quite sure why anymore.
Maybe you, too, were waiting for something to finally happen.
Only the number was left.
Then, one night, you get a notification.
He'd never streamed at that hour.
You hesitate, for a second.
You click.