Prolouge

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I couldn't remember much. The last thing I remember is getting shoved into the wall by my ex-friend. At least I thought he'd be my ex-friend. He was mad. Angry. Maybe it was for the best.

We thought we'd be okay being real life friends. Maybe sometimes, online friends need to stay online. Especially if they're even fighting online.

That day, I realised that. I never knew that friends could fight badly. Not like this. Is it just us? Maybe it's a toxic friendship. I can't tell anymore. Maybe he can.

I couldn't see for a long time. My vision was black. Dark. Nonexistent. My hearing was muted slightly, and everything was numb. Sure, it wasn't a big fall. Not from a 15 story building or pushed off some stairs. It was just a wall shove. Anger. Regret. Guilt. Promises breaking. Tearing into pieces like my shattered heart.

Tears roll down my face everytime that memory plays in my head. I can't live it once more. Not again.

Maybe it's for the best that he and I stay online. With my irritability and his perfect emotions, strong muscles, and handsome black face, behind the screen is better. Better than leaving completely.

Better then knowing that I'll never know him in real life again. Not after this.

Behind the screen is the best choice.

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