He typed away. Despising the safety and comfort of his life. He wished for more, a life with more meaning a life that challenged him.
He had wrote endless pages of adventurers and adventurous people. People who took life for all it had. No one has ever noticed these words that he wrote, words written every day without fail.
Then it happened. All it was at first was a like and then a comment. It was in a language he hadn't studied since school.
"Hello I really enjoyed your writings on Robert Peary. His exploits as well as others like him always made me wish for a world different than my own. Hope to read more by you."
He read those words over and over. He wondered if this individual questions and resented all the comforts of the modern world like he did. And how did his words reach this foreigner. Had to seek him out or was this by chance.
Days passed with no more contact. The waiting in the pondering on this commenter had taken all this time. His pages not touched no words added. Anger built up he thought to himself, how could someone that only spoke so little affect him so much. He threw his cup across the room shattering it staining the pages along the wall with tea. He cursed his life his own pathetic longing for a connection.
As if his own emotions were being read throughout the space between them the commenter was back.
"Hello I write this to you even though it might cause me pain or ridicule. I read all your writings and in your words and what was between the the lines I felt my own misery in the stale world. A wanting for something with real consequence, for life or death. Your writings have brought somewhat of a breath of life to me. But I have noticed you have not written and many weeks. I wonder have you found that path the one that leads people like us out of this existence. Am I now alone? "
He stared at the screen. Those words bore into his brain. Was this person real? He thought of what he wanted to say only to sit afraid of typing it out of making it real.
His hands shook as he typed.
" hello the words I was to write to you escape me the moment I wish to make them a reality. You are not alone. We are trapped here together in this existence. I will ride again if only to feel like I have control on something to make an impact on someone. To maybe make them feel something more ... more than what I feel. "
He wondered to himself how would this be accepted by this stranger. Would they reach out and foster some emotions for him. Even though he was seeking acknowledgement that death was present in his life this was an intriguing distraction.
Over the months they kept in contact. Pondering over things they never known and could only wish for. There was a fellowship forming. More and more this stranger was infecting him he was even beginning to dream again. And in these dreams a shadow whispered " there has to be more to life seek me out"
It was during one of their conversations he made a startling discovery. One that changed everything. This stranger was a woman. It awoke a fear in him one that he wasn't expecting. He has never really been interested in the opposite sex. He had always been so wrapped up in his own thoughts and as he got older and stop leaving his room it was no longer an option. But now here was one, one who mirrored his own life his own questioning. Would this change things in his life.
His dream started to change the more something awoken in him. An urge he had so long denied that he thought it had faded. He would wake with the feel of a phantom's lips upon his own. She would never fully take form only to frustrate him. Is this desire arose he fought them. He was not going to turn down that path. The path of one a slave to their own fleeting self-gratification.
A month had passed after the revelation that he had made a connection with a woman. And he had finally convinced himself to ask to hear her voice to make this connection stronger. There was a a long pause after he brought the question up. The response made a small smile form.
"Samura that would be nice but my Japanese is very poor in my pronunciation may be the death of me... but isn't that what we're seeking"
He could see through her attempt at humor. She's trying to mask her fear of embarrassing herself. Maybe she also fear losing what they both had grown to depend on. He wasn't alone on this now and he knew this is what he wanted.
He stared at the number. It was now or never he slowly dial the number. A few rings later A small voice answered.
"Hello Samura"
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Author's note
Sorry this took me so long to write. I'm not a writer so please excuse the possibly many errors. This may be part one of this story line.
I really enjoy exploring how he would have been before Borderlands. And if he had made a connection with someone would that it changed him. How would this affect how he interacts what others in the Borderlands.
I'm not sure how soon I have the other writings up but if you'd like to see more let me know and any input is always welcome. I hope you have a lovely night.
