Her

Chapter 1: Meeting Her

****This is written in my POV, when the POV changes I will announce it****

Yawning, I begin to stretch as I lean back on my chair. My room is a mess. My desk is covered with Coke cans, miscellaneous papers, pens and other equipment. You would think a bomb of rubbish exploded in my room if you could see it. My clothes, they are like a swarm of bees when you are on holiday with an ice cream, never ending and everywhere. On the floor. My bed. Even my chair! God, I am such a slob.

Shoving some of the stuff of my desk, I log onto my computer and load up Minecraft and discord. My discord is silent; I've turned off all the notifications on the boring grey app. As Minecraft takes an eternity to load, I begin to open another can of Coke. I place the sticky can down on the rough looking-desk. I play with my friends on there. That's when I met... Her. For the first time.

She was a lovely person, one of the kindest I had met so far. We would only really talk if our mutual online friends {who went by AyeJay or Cyc} were playing- but she was sweet and kind and absolutely hilarious! You should have seen her building skills, they were immaculate, she loved the medieval-themed builds she did and so did all who saw. Wow. She is breath-taking. Her name, it was beautiful and angelic to hear. Her online name, it was Avo. Her real name was Shannon; it was just as exquisite as her.

Hours passing, I started to get a little bored and tired doing my own thing by myself. I think she noticed. I ended up being in an 8 hour call with her. I had cleaned up my room a little in order to have my camera on for her. Was I really so fond of her that I willingly cleaned my disgusting room that even my family refused to come into? I barely knew her- did I fall for her that fast? Am I going insane?

As the call progressed, we ended up laughing so much I felt as if our lungs were going to explode. She had turned her camera on as soon as I turned mine on, she was beautiful. Seeing her hair, was as if watching a silk dress sit perfectly form to the body of a person. It was a purple, and fell straight down with a slight curl at the bottom. God. This woman is so perfect. 'Get a grip' I said to myself as I continued to stare at her. As I started to going to my own world staring at her perfect face, I caught the look of her eyes. Sparkling, they were lit up by the light placed on her desk. 'Sapphires' I thought to myself as I stared deep into her eyes. I think she noticed that I was admiring her because she had to cough and I was brought back to reality.

She was so beautiful and majestic. Cupid must have struck me so hard because every time I looked at her, I thought I was going to faint. Please, Please, Please. That's all I could say to myself as I begged and begged myself not to fuck up whatever this would turn out to be. I liked what it was now, just a couple of friends that enjoy hanging out together. But god damn, my heart and body ached for it to be something more than that. I needed her. Not in a bad way, I just wanted her to be mine.

As days past, I learned more and more about her as we became closer with each passing hour. I learned that she lived in NYC and so much more! Learning more about her, I felt myself grow slightly possessive as I saw her hang out with anyone but me. She would act distant toward certain people and I didn't mind that because it meant she had no interest in them. But some people, she acted different with. I couldn't tell if it was friendship, love. God. She is driving me crazy and she doesn't even know it. I ache for her in ways that I didn't think I could. She wasn't mine, I knew that. 'I don't care' I would say to myself. That's a lie. I knew. My body knew. I think we all knew.

She isn't mine. She is not mine. Not mine. Not- mine...

That was okay though! I loved what we had. We would call play, talk, sleep, repeat. Play, talk, sleep, repeat. Play, talk, sleep, repeat. Stop. What am I doing? What if we do become something more- can I handle that? I can't handle. The distance. It will kill me, I can't do that. I stopped talking to her for a little while to try and sort my life out a little and she grew concerned with worry, she loved talking to me. She felt alone. She thought she fucked up. She blamed herself.

No. It wasn't her. It was me. I told her that. I didn't fully tell her why I stopped talking to her, but I told her it wasn't because of anything that she did. Fuck. I fucked up. I started talking to her more and more again. Overbearing, myself with the feeling of guilt, I tried my best to try and keep her happy. I did it; we both became happier, she told me things that she would rather die than let anyone else hear. She trusted me, I trusted her. I loved her. I sense she loved me too, I could feel it. She hated seeing me be anything accepts happy.

God. I burn for her. For her touch, her love, just her everything. Within a few weeks, I ended up confessing my love for her. She felt the same, we ended up dating. But I think we both got a bit freaked out with the title that we had and the distance. We pressed pause. We still talked, god we even teased each other in the best ways possible. We had a fiery passion for one another, not that anyone else accept a select few saw. We were each other's person, and to each other, we were perfect, irreplaceable, and just overall angelic. Our love felt like it grew wings whenever we showed it to one another, she was far away though. We both wished we were closer so we could hug, hold, and just do everything together. I wanted her here.

As an act of love, that's what she did. She came here...

{To Be Continued}