As he studied the ugly orange case his phone beeped loudly in the darkness. He knew who it would be. It was always the same thing, like clockwork.
‘Hey what are you up to?’ The text was the same every time. Tom knew that he should just pretend like he was asleep. But everyone knew he was an insomniac. His tired fingers had trouble hitting the right buttons as he wrote back. ‘Nothing per usual’
‘Oh…me either’
‘Haha…’ he wasn’t really laughing, but rather he was debating if it was worth it.
‘So I got a new movie…wanna come watch it?’
A quiet “No…” escaped his lips as he responded to her text. ‘Sure, give me ten.’
Tom rang the doorbell eight minutes later. She was in her pajamas. She smiled at him. He just half smiled as he walked in before she invited him. Instantly Tom missed his music.
Her blond hair streaked red as the sun set on the TV. Tom sat on the far end of the couch. Her knees where up to her chest. He quietly laughed at the whole situation. Why be an optimist when it always ended like this?
End credits. A stupid love story, the idiots ended up living happily ever after. Whatever that means.
An awkward goodbye.
Tom laughed as he balanced on the cement barrier between the grass and the black parking lot. “You should be used to this by now… What else is there?” He stopped with his left foot dangling a foot off the ground. His mind suddenly a buzz.
His car sped down the narrow street. The music blared. He felt numb.
He cracked his knuckles over his harshly illuminated keyboard. He typed an answer to his question that glowed on the screen. “Because this is who I am fighting to be. Alone. I am happy alone.” Another successful lie written in cyber ink for the crowds to consume. Tom closed his laptop and crawled into bed. He drifted off to sleep thinking of her.
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