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Greenstead was a large city, though this largeness was in its size and not its population. Its boundaries stretched far, swallowing many of the nearby landscapes. But despite this, Greenstead historically had a low population. With the construction of multiple skyscrapers and high-rise apartments in downtown Greenstead, this urban part of the city finally began attracting more people. Western Royal Woods, the metropolitan part of Greenstead, was home to over a hundred thousand people, one of which was Meeke Andreas, a young, pretty, blonde lady who lived in the Loftsville apartments with her best friend and roommate, Sumana.
Apartment 1467 was a two-bedroom loft, small and affordable, but its nicely decorated interior made it seem a lot more expensive than it was. The door opens to reveal the small living room and the kitchen. A two-piece gray couch was pushed up against the far corner, a fluffy yellow blanket draped across the end piece. In front of it was a modest TV, propped up on a black stand. At the edge of the stand, there was a framed photograph of the two of them. It featured a laughing Meeke and Sumana, their cheeks pressed against each other’s with Meeke’s arm outreached to take the selfie. The walls were decorated with a few other pictures of the pair, as well as several framed pictures of Sumana posing with varying members of many K-Pop groups.
Their kitchen was on the other side of the space, the wall lined with white quartz countertops and pale gray cabinets. There was an island barstool counter across from the stove, and tucked underneath it were a pair of yellow barstools with backrests. Meeke was sitting in one of these chairs now, her laptop open on the countertop. You could see an unfinished reply for a roleplay opened up, a sentence left incomplete. A mug of coffee sat on the table, having cooled down long ago, yet Meeke kept nursing it ever so often. Her gaze kept flicking to the door to their apartment, which remained closed. Sumana was late to come back from the part-time job she had after her university classes, and she hadn’t shot Meeke a text to let her know when she’d be coming back. Meeke wasn’t someone who needed constant social interaction to be happy, but Sumana wasn’t just a person… she was more than that, her other half.
They’d been friends for a long time—Meeke could hardly remember her life when Sumana wasn’t there. She loved their friendship more than anything, but recently she’d been dreaming of having something more with her. They were forum married, but that was simply on the forums—it didn’t translate into real life, even though they jokingly called each other wifey sometimes. She wasn’t sure if it was just a random future possibility that she kept thinking of or something that she actively wanted to make happen, and she didn’t know if she was willing to take the risk to explore it. Things were good the way they were right now; would it be worth it to risk it for a little something more than this?
The door slammed open and Meeke was jolted from her thoughts, her head turning at the movement to watch Sumana come in. The brown-skinned girl with dark hair threw her bag onto the floor, flashing Meeke a smile. “Hey butterfly,” she called, setting a plastic cup onto the island. She greeted Meeke with a hug, before taking a seat next to her. “Sorry for being late, Sehun took me to go see this fortune-teller who totally freaked him out.” She laughed at herself, her warm brown eyes sparkling. “That’s so cool, saying Sehun so casually like that.”
Meeke laughed too, nodding. “You weren’t always friends with a celebrity, you know.”
Sumana worked in Korea with the K-Pop group, EXO, as an intern for the band, some months ago. She left such a lasting impression on Sehun and the rest of the members of the band that they decided to do a special tour in the city of Greenstead, with Sumana working a temporary part-time position in management for the band. It was one of the coolest things she’d ever gotten to experience, and Meeke loved how happy it all made her.
“I knowww, but it’s easy to forget that,” Sumana remarked, smirking. Meeke smiled, and then her eyes fell on Sumana’s arm, which had a spot in which it looked like a patch of skin had been rubbed off. It was all red and tender and it looked pretty painful. Meeke caught her arm, bringing it up to her viewpoint. “What happened here?” She asked, frowning.
Sumana glanced at it briefly, before shrugging and removing her arm from Meeke’s grip. “I just scratched it, no big deal.” She folded her sleeve over it, and that was the end of it.
“Anyway, so, Sehun.” Sumana began, “He took me to this spooky ass fortune teller, right? And wow, Meeke–’’ Sumana gripped Meeke’s forearm, meeting her eyes with a startling intensity, “—it was creepy as sh*t. It was like she saw into my soul.”
Meeke blinked, her attention flicking back to her computer screen where she still needed to complete the reply for her character.
“So she gave me this to drink,” Sumana continued, moving the plastic cup into Meeke’s view, “said I should share it with you. Said it will change our lives.”
Meeke’s gaze skipped back over to Sumana, giving her a look. “Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking of drinking some crap you got from a stranger.”
“Okay, but she’s not a stranger. Not really. Meeke, she’s basically family.”
“What-” Meeke scoffed, shaking her head. “Sumana, if this fortune teller jumped off a cliff, would you too?”
She paused. “Is Sehun too? ‘Cause then yeah. Without a doubt.”
“Sumana-” Meeke laughed, sighing.
“Okay, but we need to drink it, butterfly. This could be great!!”
“Or, and more likely, it could kill us.”
Sumana sighed dramatically. “Meeeeke, come on, I don’t understand why you don’t—” As she gestured widely, she knocked over the cup, the purple liquid spilling onto Meeke’s laptop. The laptop sparked, causing Meeke to yelp in shock, before it went completely dark. Meeke frantically pressed the power button several times, but the computer didn’t respond.
She turned slowly to Sumana, whose eyes were wide in shock. “Oh, wow, Meeke, I am so sorry,” she started, hopping off of the barstool. She grabbed the dishrag that was laying on the kitchen counter, trying in vain to mop up the liquid spilled on the laptop. Her actions grew frantic, trying to revive Meeke’s laptop, until Meeke laid her hand on top of Sumana’s, stopping her movement.
“Sumana, it’s fine.” Meeke gave her a small smile. “Whatever.”
“It’s very obviously not fine—woah, what’s happening to your laptop?”
“Hm?” Her gaze dropped back to her computer, shifting off of Sumana’s face. The previously inoperable MacBook was now glowing purple—and it wasn’t just the screen. Purple light emitted from behind the keys and the trackpad. Every crevice and crack in the laptop had a violet aura glowing from it. Meeke gaped, hopping off of the barstool she’d been sitting on and taking an instinctive step back. The laptop began to hum, the sound causing the mug on the island to vibrate slightly.
“Meeke?” Sumana asked softly, her shoulder pressed against her friend’s. “What the f^ck is happening?”
“I don’t know!” She whispered back, warily watching her laptop as the noise it was making began to increase in volume. “What was in that drink?!”
“Magic stuff, I guess?”
“THIS is exactly why I said don’t drink stuff from strangers!”
“I didn’t drink it though, your laptop did! And you couldn’t’ve seen this coming!” Sumana stared at the laptop, a determined look passing over her face. Before Meeke could utter anything about not being stupid, Sumana marched over to the laptop, took it off the counter and then threw it on the ground, stomping on it until the light faded and it grew quiet.
The two of them stared at the mess of a laptop, both shocked beyond words. “I think Satan is gone from your laptop now,” Sumana quipped, looking up at Meeke. Meeke snorted, shaking her head, which caused Sumana to start giggling. Soon, the two of them were both laughing hysterically, unable to stop.
That is, until the laptop roared up again, the purple light back and the noise much louder than it had ever been before. Their maniacal laughter quieted, and their attention was drawn back to the freaky laptop. As Sumana tried to step off of the laptop, she realized she quite literally couldn’t; it was like her foot was stuck to the laptop screen. “Uhhh, Meeke? I think I’m stuck.”
“What do you mean you’re stuck?” She stepped to where Sumana stood, yanking her by the arm to try and get her off, but she didn’t budge. Instead, her foot fell into the laptop, as if the laptop was some kind of hole, instead of being a, you know, laptop.
Sumana looked down at her foot, which had now disappeared into the pit of the laptop, yelping. “Meeke???”
“Uh-” Meeke was shocked. She didn’t anticipate this turn of events. As she hesitated, though, Sumana’s foot slipped further into the laptop’s clutch. This sent her into motion, and she grabbed Sumana’s arms, trying again to pull her away from the laptop’s pull. This action failed. resulting in the two of them lying on a heap on the floor, with Sumana’s other leg being sucked into the laptop. Meeke scrambled to grab onto Sumana once again, holding onto her outstretched hands.
When Sumana tried to stand up, she realized with a start that the more she struggled, the quicker she sunk through this imaginary quicksand. She was holding onto Meeke still, but now as she looked back at Meeke, she realized she wasn’t going to get out of this. “Meeke-”
“No, you’re getting out of there!” Meeke insisted, not having to listen to Sumana finish that sentence to know what she was going to say. “You’re not going to be sucked into my laptop, Mana!”
Sumana’s lips twisted into a smile. Even in a situation like this, that was still a funny thing to hear her say. The laptop pulled fiercely again, and now Sumana was shoulder deep. Meeke gasped, her grip on Sumana tightening even as Sumana’s loosened slightly. “Butterfly, it’s okay. I’ll get out of there, I swear on Sehun.”
Meeke frowned and didn’t let go of Sumana, even as she sunk further down and Meeke’s hands drew dangerously close to the purple screen. “I’m not just leaving you.”
“I told you I’ll get out of there!” Sumana rolled her eyes, raising her brows at her long-time friend. “What, do you want me to swear on all my husbands? Fine, I swear on Sehun, Chanyeol, Taehyung, Baekhyun, Suga—” She would’ve continued, but then with a final grand suck from the laptop, Sumana’s grip was torn from Meeke’s and she fell through the laptop screen.
Meeke cried out, hesitating for no longer than a second before she dived in after Sumana.
The two of them gone, the laptop became silent and the light blinked off, looking like a normal, broken laptop on the hardwood floor.
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Meeke was falling, her body crashing through the open air. Her arms were flailing, reaching out around her to try and slow her rapid descent, but her hands caught nothing but more air. It seemed like she had been falling for several minutes, but suddenly, she slammed into the ground. She groaned, her entire body aching. But at least she was alive. She wasn’t sure how, as a fall from that height seemed like something that should’ve killed her, but then again, laptops also weren’t supposed to suck you into them. “Sumana?” She called out, as her friend wasn’t there when she landed. No response.
She sighed, sitting back onto her news to take in her surroundings. She was in what looked like a wide, dark, hallway. The walls on either side of her were more or less 100 metres from where she sat on the black floor. The walls themselves were black as well, though the trimming that ran along the bottom was purple in colour. The wall to her left had doors every few metres along it, and each of the door’s frames were outlined in colours in the sequence of a rainbow. The wall to her right appeared to be a screen or something. Meeke’s eyes turned to look at it, and she saw her profile there, her profile picture the drawing she’d made of her and Sumana, her bio… And the ring around her profile picture glowed the cyan it did when she was active on the forums… Was that where she was, in the forums?
Suddenly, she was moving, though not of her own volition. It was like she was on a treadmill, the floor moving beneath her even as she herself stayed still. Meeke watched the doors fly past her until she was in front of a lime green door, the heading above the door reading “Roleplays and Games.” It opened, and she was pushed inside, revealing a room filled with several different archways in varying shades of green. She was moved through one before she saw its name, and the words blurred as she flew past them.
Meeke stopped abruptly, in front of a scene playing out in front of her. A girl who looked to be at least part fox and a guy who was some sort of dragon breed were standing in some fancy garden, with many other people around them, though not involved in the conversation the two of them were having. Even with all these familiar details, Meeke didn’t make the connection until she tuned in to what the guy was saying.
“… Now we just have our Marks. There is the most powerful Mark, the Mark of Claws, that lets the bearer change into dragon form, but there is usually only one every generation or so,” he said, appearing to have just finished giving her a huge dump of information. A voice, faint, and appearing to be bodiless, spoke immediately after Dragon Boy finished, confirming the conclusion Meeke had been coming to. He finished, wondering if he had said too much. It was a lot, but he had to correct her error.
This was the ShanniiWrites Forums, and this roleplay, Realms of Westeria, had been the one she had been responding to before Sumana had killed her laptop with her weird fortune-teller juice. The guy was Cassander A…something and the girl was her own character, Charlia. The scene was frozen now, but when she walked over and tapped on the fox girl, the part she had started writing began to play.
First, the narrator in first-person: I grinned as he told about his people and sighed.
Then the dialogue she’d begun floated as words from Charlia’s lips: “I remember my late parents tell me about when they were young and dragons would be ruling the skies.” It continued like this, the two voices working in tandem to demonstrate the scene she’d created back in her apartment.
Charlia continued on. “My mom even met one when she was my age, one that wasn’t able to turn into humanoid yet. He was injured after battling for a part of the land and lost. She told me he had sapphire scales and he was an older dragon. He was defeated by a younger dragon of a new generation of which they understood the capabilities of dragon powers more. My kind gets very old and we are only able to… extend our numbers between our 1000th and 1050th life years. So when she met him, it was—” She stopped suddenly, and Meeke recognized this spot as the part where she’d stopped at.
“Cool,” she murmured, stepping around the scene. It didn’t look like the characters could do anything other than what was written, and so if she was going to find Sumana, they were useless to her. She moved through an archway, this one dark green, though she didn’t stop to read the words posted above them. In this room, there were a bunch of locked cages… most of them with people inside. Unlike the past room, the conversation seemed to be more impromptu and wild. The volume level was pretty high, and so Meeke didn’t hear anyone calling her name at first.
“MEEKE!” The voice cut through all the noise finally, and Meeke turned to look for the source. Unlike her previous character, she recognized this one almost immediately.
A soft, wondering smile settled over her face. “Regan?”
The woman, Regan, nodded, a smile stretching across her face. She pressed herself against the bars as Meeke approached, grabbing hold of her forearms. “Yeah, hey Meeke.” Regan was a twenty-year-old blonde woman she had made for the Greenstead RP. Yes, named after the city she lived in. It was a slice of life RP and the RP owner had decided to base it on the lovely city of Greenstead. When she and Sumana had first joined the RP in June, neither of them lived in Greenstead, or even together. It was mid-RP that they both decided to pack up their things and get an apartment together in Greenstead, America. Both their families thought the two of them were crazy, but Meeke and Sumana never looked back.
The memory made Meeke smile briefly. Then her brows furrowed, her gaze dancing across the enclosure Regan was in. “What- what are you doing in here?”
“Well, the RP closed, remember? It was after I was kidnapped by Philip and then Loraine came after me.” An involuntary smile flickered on Regan’s lips at the mention of Loraine, one that Meeke caught.
She smiled too, looking down for a brief moment before meeting Regan’s gaze again. “Yeah, I remember that. It closed right in the middle of that kidnapping scene… Not that surprising ‘cause us two were the only ones posting, but agh, I was so excited to write that with Sumana.” Meeke paused, giving Regan a curious look. “How did that end for you and Lor?”
Regan shrugged. “It’s a blur, honestly. But Lor and I… we’re happy.”
Meeke smiled, squeezing Regan’s arm through the bar. “Good, you two deserve it.”
“You really put me through a lot of sh-t though, hm?” Regan remarked, rolling her eyes at her.
Meeke laughed. “It all worked out though didn’t it? You two ended up together because of your crappy pasts.”
She smiled, fiddling with the ring on her finger. “Yeah, that’s true.”
Lorraine emerged from the shadows, throwing his arm around Regan and holding her close to him. “I was looking for you, butterfly,” he murmured into her ear, kissing her softly on her forehead. Meeke regarded the two with a smile, her memory flicking to Sumana again, as butterfly was something that she called Meeke too. Lorraine was a fair-skinned guy with piercing blue eyes and thick brown hair. You could see easily how enamoured of her he was.
His gaze moved off of Regan and onto Meeke, whom he greeted with a brief nod. “Meeke, right?”
She nodded back, giving him a smile. “Hey Loraine.”
“Where’s your partner in crime? Literally.” He commented dryly. She wondered briefly if he held any malice towards her and/or Sumana for all of the fun stuff they put him and his fiance through.
“I’m not sure…” She looked towards Loraine, throwing a questioning look his way. “She’s your creator and all… do you know where she is?”
“Hm…” He thought for a second, closing his eyes as if to sense where Sumana was. His eyes fluttered open after a brief moment. “She’s here, but not sure where exactly. Check out her profile, and you’ll be able to see her latest activity.”
Meeke nodded, casting a smile at the pair. “Thanks, you guys. It was nice seeing you.”
“And you,” Regan returned. “Those were some good times, huh?
“Not really for you,” she said, laughing. “But for Sumana and I? Hell yeah.”
Meeke took off after that, stepping back onto the treadmill/floor thing, though this time it didn’t move. Instead, she had to actually walk out of there herself. It was several minutes later in which she ended up back at the spot where she first landed, facing the wall with her profile on it. Meeke walked over to it, her eyes dancing over the wall. After a brief hesitation, she reached out to touch the ShanniiWrites logo, and to her surprise, the Meekepeek profile clicked off, showing the home screen of the forums that she would see on her laptop. The online bar was at the top left corner, so she clicked on it to expand it. It was easy for her to find Sumana’s pic of Sehun, so she tapped it and then the profile opened up. Switching to the activity tab, she saw that her last activity was in their wedding thread. With a warm smile, Meeke tapped on the link to the thread, but while if she were on her laptop the screen would’ve changed, in this world, the treadmill/floor thing she was on started moving her again.
She moved past the doors until she was in front of a yellow-green door that read General Chat. The door swung open and she was pulled through it, maneuvering through the archways until she landed in the room that she and Sumana got married in. She saw herself, in her white, ruffled wedding dress standing in front of Sumana in her gorgeous red ball gown, their bridesmaids gathered around them with Spes officiating and of course the various spectators who came to witness their union.
Meeke watched for a moment, getting to see the memory played live in front of her. Remembering that she was still looking for Sumana, she pulled her attention away from the wedding, scanning the area around it. She cupped her hands around her mouth, calling out Sumana’s name every few seconds with no response.
It was possible that Sumana wasn’t in this thread anymore, and that she had already moved on, but Meeke was holding on to hope that she was still waiting for her. That she wasn’t as far away as she felt. Her heart squeezed with every step, her eyes looking every which way, trying to find the girl that was out of place, here.
Meeke was beginning to lose hope, beginning to think that maybe she should go back to the front and look at her friend’s profile again when she caught a glimpse of her. Off to the side, leaning against a pole, arms crossed and watching the wedding take place with a bittersweet expression. A smile stretched across her face, and she took off towards her, arms open and wide. “Sumana!”
Sumana turned at her name, seeing Meeke approaching her and she smiled too, letting out a choked gasp. Sumana opened her arms and caught Meeke in a tight hug, the two of them laughing in disbelief. Sumana stepped back, holding Meeke’s shoulders as she searched her expression. “Meeke what- how did you get here? Don’t tell me—”
“I jumped in after you,” she said, a sheepish smile crawling across her lips. “You really think I was just going to let you go like that?”
Sumana rolled her eyes, but Meeke could see how happy she was that Meeke had decided to go after her herself, instead of leaving Sumana here to figure out how to get back alone. “And you were the one telling me not to jump off a cliff if my friend did!”
“Well you’re more than my friend Sumana,” she said softly, looking into her warm brown eyes. “You’re my person, my other half.”
“Butterfly…” Sumana murmured, searching her face.
“And so yeah, I would jump off a cliff if you did,” Meeke continued. “If my laptop sucked you into it, of course I would jump into it too…” Her eyes flicked to the wedding that was happening, and she turned slightly, a nostalgic smile stretching across her face as she watched. “Do you remember this, getting married?”
“Of course, wifey.” Sumana turned with her, her eyes returning to the scene. “It was the best days of my life.”
Meeke glanced at Sumana briefly, smiling to herself. Their hands were at their sides now, but when Meeke knocked her fingers against Sumana’s, the girl was quick to catch her fingers and intertwine them with her own. They watched as the past versions of themselves grabbed hold of each other’s hands too, looking into each other’s eyes as Spes told them to begin saying their vows.
“OhSumana,” the past, Meekepeek version of her began. “I’ve met you over a year ago. At first we were in the same rp, but didn’t talk. Then one day, we decided to let our characters meet, and the almighty tile did it’s work, not only for them, but for us too. It was the start of a chemistry I didn’t have with anyone else and maybe will never have with someone again. Ever since that day, we’ve talked almost every day. You’re the first person I talk to when I wake up and you’re now a part of my morning routine. It’s not just during the rp’s that we’ve been becoming close. Outside we’ve started to open up, we’re there for each other when things are rough on end of the screen and we’re sure we have a friend ready to cheer us up. I’ve never had a online friend before, and you were one of my first, but by far the closest I will ever have. I truly love you, and I am very grateful you’re now part of my life. I can’t wait to continue our time together as Friends, Sisters and Wives.
“I promise you’ll always have someone by your side to help you through the tough times, share your joy and pushes you as much as I possibly can without having to fly to the other side of the world.” As Meekepeek finished the vows she had created, a chorus of awws went up from the crowd, everyone moved from her words. Meeke had meant them then and she still meant them now, which she confirmed to Sumana by squeezing her hand.
The mic was then passed to the past OhSumana, who had also written her vows. “Trusting someone whom you’ve never talked to or never met before, someone who is sitting on the opposite side of the screen maybe or maybe not lying to you about everything, isn’t easy. But you did it and I’m glad you did. You opened up and let me do the same without even re-thinking our decisions. You were always there when I was stressed, sad or happy. You always listened to me when I rant or when I talked simply crazily. I promise to be a good-listener to you too, even though I might not be the best advisor, I will listen and never judge you. You don’t know but you’ve inspired me, motivated me and encouraged me in many ways. I feel at ease when I talk to you, and I can never thank you enough for everything you did. As your wife and friend, I promise to always put my trust in you, to support you and be there for you in all possible situations, to always listen to you and help as much as possible for me. I promise you that I’ll try to make you smile whenever you’re feeling down with my crazy mood or Loraine’s romantic posts. And Blade also promises you never to plan your murder and to whoop any person’s @ss who will try to hurt or irritate you.”
Meeke laughed slightly, then giggled more at the cheesy grin on Sumana’s face. They watched for a few moments more as they exchanged rings after BadassSaasha presented them. Meeke got to see the way OhSumana’s face lit up at the sight of the beautiful red jewel she’d chosen for her, and it warmed her heart to see how content she looked there.
“That was a beautiful ring,” Sumana mused, glancing at Meeke.
She smiled, leaning against her friend. “The one you gave me was amazing too.”
Sumana nodded, watching the wedding for a few seconds more. Meeke watched her watch the wedding, and as she did, she noticed something strange. Sumana looked like she was… fading away. Her skin was pixelating and then the pixels floated off and away. “Sumana, I think—you’re like disappearing!”
Sumana turned fully to Meeke, looking at her through her glasses with a resigned expression. “Butterfly, I know.”
Meeke met her eyes with a panicked expression, watching the pixels slough off of her friend like she was shedding her skin. “What do you mean you know?? We have to do something, we have to—”
“Meeke.” Her voice was quiet but firm, and it stilled Meeke’s actions. “There’s nothing to do, okay?”
“No. what do you mean–” She paused, her mind retracing the events that had led them to this moment in time. The spot on Sumana’s arm that looked like some skin had peeled off. “You knew. Before.” Meeke said, her voice tight. “That’s why you went to the fortune-teller, not because of Sehun.”
Sumana looked away, and Meeke knew she had her answer. “She couldn’t do anything. Just gave me the drink and sent me on my way,” she whispered, adjusting her glasses. Meeke began to protest, likely trying to offer up some sort of solution, but Sumana silenced her with a raised hand. “Can you just- hold me?” She asked, her lips twisting.
Meeke stared at her, tears at the corner of her eyes, but then she did as she wished and brought Sumana, her long-time friend, into her arms, holding her tight. The sound of celebration from the wedding erupted around them, though Meeke and Sumana shared a somber moment.
“Sumana, don’t leave me,” Meeke said, her voice choked. “I love you, don’t—”
Meeke was cut off by Sumana pressing her lips against hers, which took her by surprise. She blinked, startled, then relaxed into the kiss, her hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Sumana’s arms wrapped around Meeke’s waist as they kissed, her grip tight until her fingers pixelated and flew off. The loss of the weight brought Meeke back to reality and she parted slightly from Sumana, placing her hand on Sumana’s chest. Tears ran down her cheeks, but Sumana looked calm. “I don’t want to lose you,” Meeke whispered.
Sumana smiled, pressing a soft kiss against Meeke’s forehead as her lower half began floating away. “Then don’t,” she replied, just as her lips disappeared. Quick to follow was the rest of her facial features, until the last part of her that Meeke saw were her brown eyes with glasses.
Meeke’s eyes snapped open. She sat up in her bed, confused for a second until she realized she was back in her room, in the Netherlands. Greenstead didn’t exist and she definitely didn’t live with Sumana. Actually, she hadn’t spoken with Sumana for a while… She could hardly remember why, but they had gotten into some kind of argument, and at first, the silence was to let things cool down, but now it had been weeks of this. Maybe it was because it had been so long that neither of them wanted to reach out or something… she wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t remember ever feeling so distant from Sumana.
She rubbed her eyes, groggy, then swung her legs over the side of her bed. That dream had felt so real, she could’ve sworn that all of it had actually happened. In a sense, it kind of did happen, as she lost Sumana, only in a different way. In the dream it was permanent, but in real life, it didn’t have to be…
In the dream, she told Sumana that she didn’t want to lose her, and what was it that her friend had said? Then don’t.
Meeke had to head to her classes, she was already running late as it was from sleeping in. Still, her gaze lingered on her phone, and before she knew what she was doing, she was logging into her forums account and tapping the PM she had with Sumana. She didn’t have to lose her if she didn’t want to.
Tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, Meeke typed out a simple message, one she’d written many times before.
Hey, wifey
And to her surprise, she got one back immediately.
Hey
At her window, a blue butterfly fluttered past, seeming to hover just outside the glass for a moment before continuing on with its path.
Meeke smiled.
that’s so cuteee