Бесплатный фрагмент - The Gergő game

Chapter 1. The Game: It Was Just a Mistake, Right?

Oh my God, girl, you have no idea what I’m about to tell you. Seriously, grab a drink and sit down, okay? This is a story that just… flipped everything upside down.

Okay, so get this: she stumbled into this game totally by accident. You know how it is — you’re bored, scrolling, and bam, there’s an ad for some silly game. “King of Avalon” — so dramatic, right? All those castles, knights, and online battles.

But outside? Total crickets. A marriage that was long past dead, adult life with kids, and just years of being lonely while he was right there. That’s the worst, isn’t it? That kind of empty, soul-crushing solitude.

Then, suddenly! In the quiet of this game, this totally unfamiliar username pops up. He’s just there on the map near her. He sends her something simple, something polite. Turns out he’s from Hungary. His name’s Gergő. And he’s thirty. Thirty! Can you believe it?!

At first, it was just the usual: “Hi,” “How’s it going.” Then they started talking tactics. And then he sends a profile pic with his face. It’s tiny, you can barely see it, but it’s too personal for a game chat, you know? It felt like a secret.

And that’s when… something inside her twitched. Like a dormant nerve suddenly firing and screaming. That’s how this whole thing started, the story that would literally change her life forever.

Chapter 2. The Photo: I Guess I’ll Risk It

Next thing you know, he suggests: “Hey, let’s move to messenger. Send me a photo.” And she… she freaked out! I mean, she was older. By thirteen years! She was forty-three, he was thirty. It felt impossible.

Her life was a mess. Her marriage was shattering into a million pieces. She’s a mom, an icon painter, someone who had just barely survived this deep, emotional emptiness.

And him? He’s a soldier. Strong. Calm. Super confident. A guy in uniform who, most importantly, knew how to listen. Like, really listen, not just wait his turn to talk.

So she goes for it. She sends the photo. And he writes back, “You’re beautiful. You shouldn’t be afraid.” Whew. The relief. The rush.

And that, my friend, launched the brightest, most blinding month of her life. Day and night! They talked about everything. The grief of her mom dying when she was five. Her kids. Her dreams. He was so attentive, so kind. He was interested in her soul, you know? Not just her body, but all of her.

Basically, she knew: I’m falling. This is real. This is it.