Mobile Lovers (A short story)

Mobile Lovers

Cecilia's POV:
I can feel the guilt consume my chest as I click the Create Profile button on my iPhone 6.

What I am doing is stupid, immature and reckless. I have always thought that online dating was wrong and despicable, and still do. I bet that not even 50% of all the accounts out there are real people. The rest are just fake people with fake accounts, searching for someone to Catfish. Just like the show "Catfish" that my niece watches on MTV. The reality show is entertaining, but I always get disgusted with the person that lies and manipulates another person to fall for them and play with their feelings. The fact that people like that even exist, makes me a bit anxious.

What I am doing now is beyond them. I am a 24 year old married woman. I have been married to Lucca Salvatore since my nineteenth birthday. I fell for his Italian charm senior year when he first walked in Marino High School.

I didn't know so much about him. Only that he was Italian, just moved to the United States, was great at soccer, had a soft yet raspy voice... And let's not forget about his jet black hair and his pair of emerald green colored eyes. And that I wanted him.

Badly.

All of the Girls wanted him, single or not. The girls approached him all the time, talked to him, flirted with him, seduced him; you name it. I was too shy to talk to him, so I kept my head down and didn't utter a word. Somehow his eyes fell on me and he asked me out.

We were together for a year, didn't really know that much about each other. Sure, we talked, but it was all so basic with no meaning. I think it was the excitement of young love that made us fall for each other's charm and fall in love.

But we didn't sit down and talk about our likes and dislikes, our favorite food, or about the fact that both of us had lost a father when we were young... There were a lot we didn't talk about. We didn't really sit down to get to know each other on a personal level.

He proposed after one year of dating and we got married 5 months later on my birthday.

The first couple of years were heaven. He was so romantic, told me how much he loved me, that I was his world and everything. And we made love. A LOT.

Then at 22, we both got successful at work and started drifting apart.

Now it is just a routine. We wake up at different times. I usually eat breakfast alone because he will either be sleeping or already gone to work because of his irregular hours. Go to work. I might grab something to eat to dinner on my way home or just make a dinner-for-one. At night we'll watch the TV or read books in silence. Then we'll go to sleep, laying back-to-back in our gigantic king sized bed.

Not so exciting is it?

I scroll through my account one last time. It was really plain with a fake name and fake relationship status.

Name: Jenni Watson

Sex: Female

Age: 24

Relationship status: Single

And a paragraph where I wrote a little bit about myself.
I left the PROFILE PICTURE box blank because I'm too anxious to get caught. I take a deep breath before I publish my account for the world to see.

After a few minutes with some mindless thinking and contemplating, I get a notification.

1 MESSAGE from Brody Tyler

My heart starts to race as nervousness creep upon me. Should I open it? Is this wrong?... It can't hurt to take one peek, right?

With sweaty palms I start moving the arrow and click to open the message.