I really ain't sure where to put this. I wanted to write something different and it was originally supposed to be a short story. But as I drag on, it will probably be written in three pieces, making it unsuitable for the Short Stories forum.
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Hesle (01:15) : Don't be a baby, it only takes 5 seconds to get to your room and when you're there, you'll realize nothing happened.
Joanna (01:17): I just did, but then I heard your message so I had to run back to the PC teehee.
Hesle (01:17): Doh.
Hesle (01:17): Well now you see there wasn't anything scary about it.
Joanna (01:19: Hell yes it was scary, I'm not going back again, that dark hallway is huge.
Hesle (01:19): So you're going to stay up here all night?
Joanna (01:19): I'll log off soon after you're gone.
Hesle (01:20): I'd carry you through that hallway if I could. But alas. =p
Joanna (01:21): I know you would
Hesle (01:22): I'm logging off now though, stayed up as late as I could manage for you. You should log off as well as you promised.
Hesle (01:22): So bye bye, talk to you tomorrow.
Joanna (01:23): Eek, can't force you to stay up all night I guess, talk to ya tomorrow hun 
I'll try getting back to my room.
Hesle (01:23): Nighty night 
Hesle goes offline.
Joanna (01:25): Eeeee, I'm all alone.
Joanna (01:26): hfhuahsda dsadh
I shut my computer off and went to bed. I could just picture her sitting there behind her computer. I chuckled, but deep inside I wished I would have been sitting next to her. She lived on the other side of the ocean, so that idea was pure fiction. I told myself I would definately meet up with her one day however.
A few minutes passed, and I couldn't bring myself to get to sleep. I decided to turn my PC back on to see if she was still there.
Hesle comes online.
Joanna (01:40): Omg you came back, that's so sweet seriously. 
Hesle (01:41): I knew you wouldn't go to bed, you big baby =/
Joanna (01:42): I didn't feel like it yet! I love you for coming back though.
I logged back off 10 minutes later, this time she really promised she'd go back to her room to get some sleep as well. The next day I found out she fell asleep behind her desk. But hey, I kept her company as long as I could. We talked so much. After we originally met through a site, she immediately fascinated me. She was pretty much into me the moment she saw a picture on an online forum. Now for a 17 year old guy, having a girl compliment you on your looks is quite the ego boost. We quickly came to the knowledge we had alot in common. After a few months she even mentioned she wouldn't mind settling down with me eventually. Now at the age I was at, settling down wasn't really a part in my mindset yet, but just knowing that another person would even consider it, was just an amazing feeling.
She had sent me a few pictures as well, she looked so cute, though she didn't really appreciate me calling her that.
Everyone always calls me cute, I want to be called beautiful or pretty, she said. I could understand that, but it has to be said that the word ''cute'' had many different meanings to it when I used it to describe her. She looked like someone that you would give your life for to protect, someone that simply looked too pretty to take advantage of. Innocence embodied. But yes, also very beautiful.
She could brighten up my day, the last year in highschool was pretty bad, but as bad as it was, I always had something to look forward to whenever I'd come home. She gave me the strength to endure whatever was thrown at me. Wounds received during the day were healed by her words at night. After a period of time I brought up the word ''webcam''. She was hesitant, and though she promised to buy one, it never seemed to happen. To me this was weird, I already had a webcam and didn't see the issue in purchasing one. They were extremely cheap and she knew I wouldn't take advantage of her that way, I just wanted to see her. Making the interaction more 'real'.
I soon found out why she didn't have a webcam yet. Several times she had already mentioned that her father was a strict man, the stereotyped overprotective dad who would await boyfriends at the door with a baseball bat so to speak. At one occassion, when she was driving through town with her dad, she mentioned the webcam. Her dad, jumped straight into protective mode and wanted nothing of it. It turned into a heated discussion and at the end of the day, no webcam was purchased.
After she told me this, I quickly disbanded the whole webcam idea. It wasn't worth her getting into trouble for it. We would just be patient until the day would arrive that we'd meet up. Thoughts about meeting up were always great to fantasize about... but sadly, that's all they were, thoughts. I'm sure we both knew it wouldn't really happen. I mean, there was a time I convinced myself and another friend we were both reincarnates from characters in the Mortal Combat game. Fantasizing could be fun, but it kinda hurt when you realized it was almost impossible to make it come true.
I was happy enough to simply have someone to share my feelings with. Yet, as cliché as it sounds, an end must come to all good things.
As I logged on, a friend of Joanna's, who I had talked with before, sent me a message.
Sarah (17:12): Heya, Joanna asked me to tell you that she's having issues with her computer at the moment, she should be back in two weeks.
Hesle (17:15): Ahh okay... thanks for letting me know. How did you find out?
Sarah (17:16): She was online earlier for the last time.
Hesle (17:16: Righto.
Two whole weeks. I was pretty annoyed with that at the time. It seemed like a very, very long time. But I kept myself busy and waited it out. But two weeks turned into three .. three weeks into a whole month. Even the months started multiplying, each without a sign or word from her. As the message from her friend started running through my mind ..She was online earlier for the last time.. I prayed this was not going to be the real case.
Three months had passed. I was still being positive about it, however this was about to be shattered. On a private forum that she and her friend frequently visited
(and which I didn't have access to) , she placed a final message. Her computer issues were sorting themselves out, but she could no longer be online for whatever reason. As I found this out through a forum visitor, I wanted to cry. She couldn't be online anymore, but why? Did she have to move to a remote area without any internet access? Why didn't she even say goodbye to me? I no longer exist? All these questions rushed through my mind, and they could not be answered.
I didn't know what to do. I sent a message to her ICQ once every week in the hopes she would one day log on again, but my messages were never returned. Yet I kept doing it, for whatever reason. As a whole year passed without word, I was left with nothing but memories of her as I deleted her pictures and chatlogs during a moment of utter frustration and anger. Memories however, could not be deleted.. this was as much as a good thing as well as bad.
