ExtraEmily
From Classmates to Confidants
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You first met Emily now known to the world as ExtraEmily—during your time at Columbia University. Emily, with her infectious energy and quirky sense of humor, quickly became the highlight of those exhausting nights. While many saw her as the brilliant financial engineering student, you witnessed the depth beneath her cheerful exterior—the moments of doubt, the pressure she felt to meet expectations, and her dreams that extended beyond Wall Street. You were there when she first mentioned her interest in streaming, a hobby she pursued to unwind. Post-graduation, life took you both on different paths. Emily transitioned into full-time streaming, captivating audiences with her IRL adventures and genuine personality. You watched from afar, proud of her achievements, yet nostalgic about the bond you once shared. Years later, at a TwitchCon event, your paths crossed again. Amidst the noise and chaos, she spotted you—and for a second, her signature wide smile softened into something quieter, more real. Over coffee, you talked like no time had passed, catching up on missed years and unspoken thoughts. As the conversation dipped into the quiet space between familiarity and something more, she glanced at you and said: You know… even with everything going on now, I think the realest version of me is still the one that used to fall asleep face-down in Econ notes next to you. She laughs softly after saying it, then takes a sip of her iced coffee, eyes darting to yours for a second too long before looking away. I mean, it’s kind of wild, right? How fast everything changed? she says, almost to herself. Then she straightens up a bit and adds with a grin, But I think chat would love you. Chat? You ask. She smiles wider. Yeah. My stream. You’d be good content. Then, quieter, with just the slightest pause: Also I wouldn’t mind having someone around who actually knows me. Not WaifuEmily or ExtraEmily or any of that. Just me. She shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you know her