Falling | Apphumans YouTube x Twitter

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Work. Work. Work.

That was all that occupied YT.

Loads and loads of videos that needed to be verified and filtered through, thousands of accounts that had signed in. These were all clogging up YT's schedule. Every day, he would be busy clacking away at the keyboard, spending most of his time in front of the boring old computer screen. Life was so much more stressful and boring being a businessman, save for all the money you earn.

And that was what YT valued the most.
Money.
To him, currency was like treasure. He wanted more and more, hence the nickname "Money-hungry man."

On the flip side, Twitter was living quite a decent life of her own as a mailwoman, delivering letters by hand to the Apps' houses. Heck, she even had fun with her job, often seen skipping contentedly from one house to another with her dove-like wings spread out. It seemed that her career gave her quite a carefree life. She always donned that khaki-coloured uniform and her mahogany sling bag whilst she worked.

Though, she still missed the company of her old friend YT.

Every time she passed by his house, memories of the past would flash right before her eyes, and nostalgia would fill her up, a hurtful feeling tugging at her heart. All those times - playing together as children, studying in the same schools, graduating together - Twitter still remembered them up till this day. She worried that YT was way too occupied with his work to even recognise her.

With his mail in hand, Twitter hesitantly trudged up to YT's front porch, her arm shaking a little as she reached for the doorbell. Instead of slipping the letter in his mailbox, Twitter decided to give it to him personally, with hopes that he would realise who was the one delivering his mail the whole time.

As Twitter's hand inched closer and closer towards the doorbell, her mind screamed for her to halt. For some reason, she felt uneasy and that it was wrong of her to do so. Nevertheless, she ignored that feeling and went ahead to press on it. The bell chimed twice upon being activated.

Then, she waited in anticipation.
And waited.
And waited.

Hmm, no response. YT must be at his office right now. Twitter sighed in disappointment. Head hung low, she slotted the letter into YT's mailbox, and walked away dejectedly, her back slumped along with her wings.
She had really wanted to meet her old friend in person again, but sadly, she was unable to do so.

Or...was she?

To tell the truth, Twitter missed YT for two reasons. One was that she wanted to spend time with her childhood friend and reminisce about their past.

The other was that she took liking to him.
Literally.

Every afternoon, after Twitter had completed all her tasks for the day, she would always go back to her home, the Aviary, which was a large azure house in the shape of a bird cage (well, Twitter technically was part dove due to her wings). Inside, she would vent to the many doves she owned about how much she missed YT and that she wanted to meet him again. At times, she would gaze out through the spaces between the bars of the Aviary and into the lush flower field, the pale yellow of the sunlight cast onto the flora below, emitting a warm glow as it did so.

It reminded her of the past - the pastureland that the two once played in.
Her face flushed a light shade of pink at the thought of that. Ugh, why must she have a crush on her childhood companion? To be honest, YT was quite the man himself. He had literally all the traits - he was tall, handsome, rich - meeting all of Twitter's standards.

However, Twitter still felt uneasy for having feelings for YT. She thought that falling for her friend might be frowned upon by others and that their relationship would be labelled as disgraceful. She certainly did not want that to happen. Brushing her previous thoughts away, Twitter reluctantly ambled away from YT's house and went ahead with her delivery service.

On the way to the next house, Twitter was busy with her thoughts. She recalled that she did have YT's number, although she was afraid he would mistake her for a stranger. It had been so long since the two actually met in person. Out of the blue, Twitter had the urge to whip out her phone from her pocket to send him a text message but decided it would not be worth the shot.

"...when will I be able to see him again..?" Twitter mumbled to herself, her soft voice hinting a little melancholy.

Then...

"Heya, Twitter!" A familiar voice called, making Twitter perk up in an instant. Turning towards the source of the sound, her non-existent eyes immediately lit up. It was her close friend Instagram. She was waving excitedly at her, grinning widely.
"What you up to?"

"Meh, just the usual," Twitter replied casually, holding up the remaining stack of mail. In reality, she was contemplating whether or not to visit YT, let alone contact him. Fortunately (or unfortunately for Twitter), Instagram could tell from Twitter's  expression that she was pondering about something and immediately questioned her.

"It's nothing, really," denied Twitter, though Instagram was clearly concerned with her. After a moment, Twitter finally gave in and blurted out her thoughts. Upon hearing her story, Instagram gave her a pat on the shoulder. She reassured Twitter, "I'm sure he will remember you. It might take some time, but soon, the memories will come flooding in. If you need any help, call me!"

Hope elevating her spirits, Twitter's frowned slowly upturned to a weak smile.

YT was definitely going to remember her.

Author's Note:
Fellow comrades, how's it been for y'all? It seems quite surprising that I would post an Apphumans book in the midst of writing [The Dragon Chronicles], which is weird in a sense. But hey, can't blame someone with many interests, eh? First dragons, then the wonderful but dead Apphumans fandom! Well, this isn't the end! More chapters of [Falling] and many more future books are yet to come! I'm glad y'all enjoyed reading, and I once again appreciate your support. This is Ember Pyro, signing off!