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(Online)

(Typing…)

“Hi”

Hello

(Typing…)

“Beautiful”

 Beast

“Lovely”

Sad

“Stunning”

Dying

“Nice Make-up”

I’m hiding

(Typing…)

He asks for a picture

Sadness isn’t captured in camera

He asks again.

I don’t have the required film for holding pain.

He begs her.

(Image sent)

She is smiling. Night gown. Bedroom.

“You look happy”

With the darkness?

“What darkness?”

The claws on the wall?

“I saw wallpapers”

       I fight.                           Every day.

                        They breach my walls.

   Fingers.                        Begging.

                          Reaching.                      Voices.

                          Calling.                         Chanting.

                                                          Luring.

(Typing…)

“Are you okay”

(Offline)

(Online)

Yes.

Perfectly fine.

“What was that on the table?”

In the bottle?

“Yes. Beer?”

Gasoline

“Cooking?”

Drinking

“WTF! Are you okay?”

(Offline)

(Online)

Yes. I’m finally okay.

Perfectly fine.

(Three Hours Later.)

Headline:

Girl Dies After Gulping Gasoline.

(Online)

(Typing…)

“Where are you?”

(Shares Link)

“Is this you?”

Yes.

It’s so quiet here.

Cold.

There is room for two.

I need someone again.

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