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Remember.

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Usually, I'm not nervous.

Usually, I'm not scared.

Usually, I'm not with a knot in my stomach.

But there's a first time for everything, right?

I'm not sure why, but I feel something weird on me. I don't know if it's bad or good, I don't even know what it is.

People call me Deborah, they think my real name is Deborah. I don't know why though, but I like it. So I decided to keep the Deborah Moore as my name and pseudonym.

I write pretty much about anything, although I have my normal social life. Not quite sure why either, I'm pretty likeable.

When I first moved here in this wrecked country, everything seemed so wrong. As if I shouldn't be here.

But I met good people if that counts. His name was something along the lines "Zach" or "Sam". I don't remember his name, but I do remember him very well. I have only seen him twice in my whole life, but I do talk to him every single day.

We first met on a park. I remember it was a sunny and hot day, perfect for playing sports, taking photos and playing. I was walking there casually, as I didn't have absolutely anything to do. Then something made me fall. Movie-like, we bumped. Of course, it wasn't the boy I'm talking about. It was his girlfriend.

She grinned and offered me her hand when I just smiled at her from the floor. She is nice and funny, apologizing every time she saw my purple wrist. I sprained it, I remember. She made me laugh with one of her very bad and lame jokes, but funny nonetheless.

She took my hand and dragged me through the little crowd watching the soccer game. We sat in one of the benches next to the game. We did talk, a lot. I liked her; she was like the flawless girl.

After the game was over, he came, ruffling his light brown hair. He was all sweaty and shirtless, I may add. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious as his eyes raked my body head to toes, still smiling a little.

I admit, I did flirt a little. But I think both were too busy making out to even notice my inoffensive flirting. I exchanged numbers with his girlfriend, Sarah. We'd talk almost every day and she was one of my best friends soon.

After that, he seemed to be invading my mind. I couldn't help but regret when I made up an excuse to not have his number. But it passed days after, the wanting of talking to him was gone.

Then I joined a website, which I haven't checked in months now. With my pseudonym only, my account name was simply Deborah, as it wasn't popular yet. I loved it.

I was very popular on that website, oh very popular. It was crazy. I remember than in my bio I wrote; I'm a funny alien who currently is eating McDonalds. Joys of human life. I even laughed at myself when months after I read my bio again. But it seemed to be working though. People loved to talk to me. I'm not sure why though, I'm loveable just like that.

One day, there was millions of messages. Well, not that much. But I can assure you it were maybe fifty messages at my inbox. But the last one sent was from a boy by the name Chestnut. His profile pic was absolutely gorgeous, and that without even clicking on it. I instantly knew his name account was inspired on his chestnut hair.

Curious, I clicked on the message with one simple word: hey! I remember when I clicked on his profile, amazed, mesmerized and shocked.

Amazed by the amount of messages, photos, followers and other things. Mesmerized by the beautiful profile pic. Shocked, because it was him.