Clara stared at the screen. She looked down at her pale, useless legs, at the oxygen tubing snaking across her pillow. She could not let him see her as the broken cleric in real life. Online, she was his equal. Offline, she was a prisoner.
“I said I would.”
“I have something for you,” he said. He opened a trade window. In it was a single item: a . It was a worthless in-game trinket, zero stats, no resale value. But it had a custom engraving: “Te amarei para sempre online.” te amarei para sempre online