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It was over.
In an excruciatingly tough battle in court against Bezos to get back the rights to his channel, along with everything else he owned, he had lost. As the judge declared Bezos as “not guilty,” Mysikt felt his soul leave his body. He had just lost everything.
He now had absolutely nothing to his name. No home, no channel, no nothing; only the clothes on his back. He had nowhere to go, and nothing to call his own.
Leaving the courthouse felt like a blur. He couldn’t think straight. His brain was filled with a thick, hazy fog, blocking out any possible thoughts. Every apology Bruno threw at him felt muffled out, as if his voice was in the next room over. He trembled with every step he took. He felt so dizzy that he thought he might just pass out.
He sat on the curb, completely and absolutely defeated. Bruno paced on the sidewalk behind him, seeming to be taking a call. Mysikt mindlessly fumbled with his hands for a while, staring blankly at the road. He wanted so bad to cry, or run away, or storm back in the courthouse angrily, but with the exhaustion of having his whole life taken from him within a matter of minutes, he couldn’t do anything but squeeze his eyes shut and hope that it was all just a bad dream.
And he sat like that for a while; eyes closed, and now motionless. For a while, he was able to drown out the noise of crowds behind him and cars in front of him, and for a small moment he felt like he might even be at home, sitting at his desk after a long day of content creation.
Bruno’s hand shook him by the shoulder, snapping him out of his trance. Mysikt barely moved; only looking up a little.
“‘Nanr.’ Do you know him?”
He hadn’t heard that name in a while. Yes, Mysikt did know him, but only as an acquaintance. They had only seen each other face-to-face before Vavr had died. Afterwards, they had only kept in touch very vaguely online, checking in on Nanr after Vavr’s passing to make sure he was doing okay, or asking if he needed any support. They didn’t know each other as friends, but they did know each other.
Mysikt nodded, hesitantly.
“He’s offering you a place to stay. ‘S all the way in America, though.” Bruno spoke, taking his hand off of Mysikt’s shoulder, “He said he’d scramble to buy you plane tickets if you’re willing.”
Mysikt’s lips quivered, and small tears well up behind his VirtualBoy. His feelings, incomprehensible. He doesn’t want to leave everything behind, but he has no choice left. Underneath the heaviness of clinging onto what is now the past, he felt deeply touched that Nanr would extend to him such an offer.
Gritting his teeth, restraining sobs, Mysikt nods again.
“I’ll tell him, then.”
And just like that, he made the first push to moving on.