I met a girl in the library in April 2025. Her OC looked beautiful, and I still remember sitting beside her and saying, “meow.” Today is the day she said goodbye to me. We enjoyed playing together, mostly on an 18+ server. We laughed, cried, fought, celebrated, and shared our stories. We had our ups and downs, but eventually, this was the end.

We were from different countries and different religions. She was Muslim, and she always said she couldn’t talk to me or show her face—yet she did once, by changing her Instagram profile picture for a few hours. We talked on Instagram, and yes, we liked each other. We sent hearts and confessed our feelings. But her fear came true when her mother caught our chats. They became angry and beat her very badly. I felt truly sad for her.

Six days ago, I wished her a happy birthday as she turned the same age as me—20. But before leaving, she told me her age was fake, and even her name was fake. That made me surprised. She was actually 25. We had probably played for more than 500 hours together, and I went online only for her.

After all this, I keep thinking about how a game can have such a big impact. This is the most I’ve ever played any game—over 1800 hours. It has been two years since I joined Pony Town. The days passed so quickly; it doesn’t even feel like it’s been that long.

I hope she stay safe and her parents don't hurt her more .