Actually... I wanted to bring you something.
The questions rolled in. Favorite color? Who’s your celebrity crush? What's your rank this season? June answered them with practiced ease, spinning a pen between her fingers.
"Fine, fine. Fifteen minutes. Hit me."
The persona cracked. For a second, the "streamer" vanished, and it was just June, sitting alone in a dark room, realizing that someone out there in the ether had paid attention not just to the entertainer, but to the person she used to be.
"Okay," June said, hitting the 'End Stream' button. "Now I'm really done. Goodnight, Gumdrops. Stay spicy." spicygum june liu black fan
The chat was going crazy now, trying to decode the sentimental moment, but June barely saw the text scroll. Her eyes were stinging.
The chat paused. It was a heavy question for a Tuesday night. June stopped spinning the pen. She looked directly into the camera lens, her expression uncharacteristically serious. Actually
June leaned back, the tension in her shoulders finally releasing. The stream was dying, the night was late, but for the first time in a long time, the girl behind the screen felt like she wasn't running the race alone.