Tonight a rare night for this girl. This girl by the name of Rose. No tapping, not because she doesn't want to. No, her
Is busy tonight, Has to do something to stop 'him' from tapping away. For once she does her homework. For once with care rather than with pace.
So that she could tap away again.
Her phone buzzes. Her classmates sending messages.
The buzzing she hears, she ignores. She doesn't want their words of pain embedded in her brain for years to come.
If she lives that long.
Slipping under the covers, at 1 am she thinks of 'him'. His smile on his picture, his face of pixels. The only picture of him she's seen.
She trusts him so. To much. Believing straight away he is what he says on his pixel profile.
Her eyelids become heavy.
A rare night for this girl, This girl by the name of Rose.