Short Story

Kiri

She likes writing. She listens to alternative music. She hates getting ads but refuses to pay to get rid of them. She paints watercolor. She likes being outside. Her favorite season is Spring.

These are all things I learned about her. That's not all, she shares pretty much everything about herself online. I just had to search her name on a couple of social media sites, and found everything I could want.

Wren Thomas.

I can't stop thinking about her now. I want to- no. I need to know everything about her. I need to see her again; I need to talk to her. She has to notice me. Has to. I can't live without this.

I continue searching through her social media and start guessing passwords. Her favorite number is 44. She was born in August 1998. So she's 22. Favorite animal is a sea otter. Favorite band is Falling in Reverse. And... I got it.

Sea0tter44.

Not a very creative password, but that's good for me. I look through her conversations. The other person at the Starbys name's Arlo. They're best friends.

I look at the time, 2:38 a.m. I peel my eyes away from the screen, finally noticing my stomach growling after many hours of research. My desk is a mess, covered in sticky-notes with insane scribbling, multiple cups I keep forgetting to put away, the lamp was turned off at some point. I flip on the light, it burns my eyes, and I leave my room for the first time since I got home early this afternoon. I grab some random snacks, chips and a soda, and go back to my room to eat.