LIBBY FRENCH
march 24th 2019
12:17 AM
the app downloaded quicker than i have ever experienced almost telling me not to waste anytime. oh well. it seemed so simple to use, the lay out was simple. it felt like my tinder phase all over again.
name: libby french :3
age: 35
gender: female
height: 5'7
weight: what a loaded question.
ethnicity: white british?
orientation: i simply don't care?
interests: poems, novels, acoustic guitar.
favourite movies: pride and prejudice, dirty dancing, star wars...
who were you in life: someone waiting for something that never would happen, happen.
bucket list: falling in love.
final thought: is this tinder?
the profile was a load of shit though, how does that determine my scale of likability through a phone. that terrible description and the small picture of me at a small work-do last christmas. i didn't expect much from this app- how in gods name would it find a final friend for me in my last hours, when through out my whole life no one has even lasted a month? i'd believe it when i see it.
although it was a sense of normality in the few minutes i have had the app, there has been cheesy pick up lines, and one more unsolicited dick pic than i needed. what did i expect really? nothing is real- people won't actually help you unless it benefits them in some way, shape or form.
there was one account that caught my eye. under the name of 'mark hopper', better than grass hopper. but his self proclaimed biography seemed quite pleasant, he wasn't too bad looking either. he looked like a mark, round face, dark hair.
i requested a chat with this mark, crossing my fingers and toes that they wouldn't be a perverted arsehole or a self righteous dickhead? is that too much to ask?
it was at this point i had decided to get ready and get on with my day, or few hours- we wouldn't know. but throwing myself together and making myself look as presentable as i can be to meet my ultimate death, it wasn't that hard.
fortunately, it didn't take too long for this mark fella to accept my request and slowly start typing a brief message. clicking on his profile once again brought a shy smile to myself. am i actually doing this?
mark hopper is typing....
the notification lit up my whole screen for a small moment, then disappearing quickly and was replaced with:
mark hopper sent you a message!
no preview to the message what so ever, and being the lonely woman i am, i clicked straight away.
mark hopper
so do you want to fake being in love for the day?
YOU ARE READING
eventually * HIDDLESTON
Fanfictionlibby and tom both have their countdown and are slowly anticipating their end. based off of the book 'they both die at the end' by adam silvera.
