Until I found you

Part 1 :

After staring at her laptop for almost two hours straight, Daisy clutched her head and sat down. Her head was pounding, likely a result of staring at the screen for so long.

Seeing her like this, Daisy's elder sister Erica looked at her and said,
— Headache again, right? How many times have I told you Daisy, not to get so involved in people's problems on social media? What do you gain from this? It's just unnecessary trouble! (Erica said sternly)
— It's not unnecessary trouble; it's the essence of my life. I like it. I know there's no personal gain in it, but when thousands of people feel mentally relieved after sharing their problems with me, I forget all the pain and the cost-benefit calculation. (Daisy said with a slight smile)
— You never learn! Wait, I'll make some hot tea for you.
Erica, twenty-five, and her younger sister Daisy, had created a small home far away from their parents. But whether this house was truly a home was something only they knew. Because if a house is merely a place to bury the day's hardships, is it really a home?

After applying some balm to her head, Daisy stood in the small balcony of their two-story house. This balcony was perhaps her favorite spot. It didn't have the luxurious amenities of a wealthy person's balcony, but the sight and smell of the small bougainvillea plant by the balcony always filled her heart. While observing these, Erica called out with a cup of tea,
— I've kept your tea here. I'm going to the nearby market to get some things. Instead of being a social media psychologist, try studying a bit.
Daisy smiled slightly and sipped her tea.

Daisy, a.k.a. Daisy Smith, a nineteen-year-old college student, had a hobby of talking to various people on social media anonymously and listening to their problems, providing them relief. She did this entirely anonymously, with the aim of ensuring that depression, the epidemic of the present, does not steal anyone's smile. After all, a smile is the essence of life.

Despite trying hard to study for a while, Daisy couldn't stay focused due to a mental storm brewing inside her head. Just then, she received an SMS notification from another profile.
She opened her phone and was left stunned by the message.

After finishing a glass of water, a twenty-one-year-old boy took a deep breath. His heart seemed to have stopped for a moment. Despite the cold, his shirt was soaked with sweat. He made a call immediately.

— Yes, Zayn, tell me. (From the other end)
— Bro, will this work? (The boy asked, worried)
— Of course, it will. All your life problems, love issues, everything will be solved here. Remember how Rehan found a solution to his breakup through this anonymous profile named 'Stranger talk' !
— Yes, yes, I remember. But my problem is more severe than Rehan's. You know I can't live without Jennie and now she's...
— Look, I think Jennie loves you, that's why she's pressuring you to talk to her family now.
— But it's impossible for me now. After my parents' divorce, my life is already hell. I'm trying to settle myself, and on top of that, Jennie is pressuring me. If everyone keeps pressuring me like this, I won't be able to survive!
Hearing this, a stern voice came from the other end.
— Stop it! This anonymous person will solve your problem.
— I hope so!
Zayn hung up and stared at a photo of him and Jennie on the wall. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, but he wiped them away before anyone could see and said,
— I know my parents will never support me, but if you leave me now...

Zayn had been in a relationship with his girlfriend Jennie for almost four years, ever since their school days. The only girl he had ever liked and loved. Despite being the only son of the famous surgeon Alex Jones and Kayra Jones, Zayn had grown up seeing a lack of love and time. But he had hoped to fulfill these lacks with Jennie since high school and still does.

A servant came to ask for permission to bring Zayn his coffee, to which Zayn replied,
— Is Papa out? (Zayn)
— Sir is at home, not feeling well. (Servant)

Without saying another word, Zayn went straight to his grandfather, his 'Papa.'

— May I come in, Papa? (Zayn)
Hearing Zayn's voice, Robert Jones sat up from his bed.
— Permission doesn't apply to you, my boy! (Robert)

Zayn smiled faintly and sat beside his grandfather.
— What's wrong, Zayn? Did you have a fight with Jennie again, or did your father say something? (Robert)
Zayn could only speak his mind to one person, so without any pretense, he said,
— No one said anything, Papa. Dad has tried several times to bring me back to take responsibility for the business as his heir, but I won't go back. You know I don't like all this fame, wealth, and glory. I want to live my life my way. I don't want to become a stone like them to gain a luxurious life! (Zayn)
Robert patted Zayn's head and said,
— I know. But you know the rule of this society, right? A farmer's son is expected to be a farmer, and a gold owner's son a gold owner. If someone tries to be different, everyone tries to crush them! But the one who can withstand the fight till the end is the real winner, the real fighter. (Robert)
— As long as you and Jennie are with me, Papa, I'll win all battles. (Zayn)
— Even if I'm with you, I'm worried if Jennie will be. How do I tell you the real truth that their real face is something else? Love is just an external fake cover! (Robert thought to himself)

— This anonymous person replies to my messages as quickly as God. They've solved everyone's problems, it seems! Let's see how they solve mine, this anonymous 'Communicatist' on social media! (On seeing his phone screen Zayn have told himself)

To be continued...
Written by: Porna