Internet Love

Chapter Five

Nash had only been in his bedroom eating the peanut butter sandwich he made for about 5 minutes when he checked his phone to see if he had a new message.
Nothing.
"Come on." He said urgingly. "Please write back."
He was starting to sound desperate.
That's because he was.
Never in his life had Nash ever felt something like this.
Never had he wanted someone so badly before.
He turned off his phone and finished his sandwich in silence.
Another 5 minutes went by. He went to his DMs and refreshed the page. It took about 30 seconds, but he had received a new message from her.
Shyla. The one he had been eagerly waiting for.
Nash couldn't control his excitement. He was so happy he got a message.
It was a very small paragraph of words; a very interesting group of words.
Nash read it quietly to himself.
"Nash," it started. "You said I could write whenever. Well, I want to tell you something." He cleared his throat loudly.
"I am not sure if you write to fans a lot saying what you said, but it made me feel something. The feeling it gave me was like no other. I felt happy for once. I felt important, and, well, Nash, you made me feel loved." Nash struggled saying that word outloud.
Love.
This had to be the feeling he had. It couldn't be anything else.
He took a deep breath and continued reading.
"I don't want to get too personal here, but I have had, (this is hard to say to someone I don't know very well),  suicidal thoughts in the past and have felt like giving up and, and when I read your tweet, it made me want to come to your rescue. Just like you rescued me."
Even though this was Nash's second time reading this, his eyes starting watering. Small droplets of water started to drip slowly out of his bright blue eyes. He wiped his left hand over his eyes to dry them. He put his focus back on the words printed on the screen.
"So Nash, I want to say this to you. If you ever need to talk, hit me up. Anytime. -Shyla"
Nash couldn't simply wipe away the tears now. They were spilling out, quickly. He realized how caught up he gets in social media and himself, that he forgets about the people that cherish him.
"Oh Shyla." He said between sniffles. "I will hit you up." He laughed a little. He knew they could become close.
And he had a feeling she felt the same way.