Wish Upon A Snowflake [[finished]]

Chapter 9: Hope (Mela)

Chapter 9: Hope (Mela)

It was just another boring day of me addictively and reflexively scrolling through the pages of tumblr. But not through the pictures and reblogs – but through my inbox. I can’t believe how literate and creative people can get when it comes to insulting a person they never spoke to personally. Anonymously or non-anonymously – it didn’t matter. I tried to fight my urge to go and search for my blade today, but I just couldn’t stop reading all these messages.

‘Scumbag.’ ‘Did you hear of a drink Bleach? They say it’s the best for bitches like you!’ ‘I hope you get cancer.’ ‘I bet you’re an under aged sissy who acts tough.’ ‘What’s the count of guys that entered you, slut?’

Nothing new. So I keep scrolling and scrolling, through the wave of resentment and detestation. However, my poor looking eyes squinted at a particular post that completely caught me off guard.

‘You’re beautiful. Don’t listen to anyone and keep fighting. I think – no, I know that you’re the best.’

I had mix of emotions. I didn’t know how to react to that, but instantaneously I went on his page. It loaded and loaded until an array of random high quality pictures and GIFs appeared. And then, his picture appeared on the right of the entire page. It was a selfie, which I completely hate, but his looks were breathtaking. Big wide hazel eyes, dark tan freckles, a beanie over his blonde hair and a birthmark that I notice quite easily that was right above his upper lip. I couldn’t help myself but message him;

‘Hey. I know this might be awkward getting it from a person like me, but I couldn’t help myself. All I wanted to say is thank you for your encouragement even if it was a dare or a lie.’

Who am I kidding. He’d never reply, what reason is there to reply to a stranger that thanks you for not cutting themselves today? However, even knowing that, I kept refreshing my inbox, over and over, ignoring all the faulty messages. Over and over. Over and over. Nothing. I let out a heavy sigh as I motioned my mouse to refresh one last time. And there it shone. The glorious message that had his name under it.

‘It’s not at all awkward. I feel honored to help you. Hey, we should talk sometime don’t you think? I always thought you’re a fun person since the time you started your blog, so even just getting a message from you is a big thing for me.’

I feel like an idiot when I realize that I’m smiling on a mere virtual message. We exchange each other’s skype names and start talking on it. Not big talks, just simple talks like ‘What’s your name?’ Exactly. We didn’t know each others name as we don’t indicate it on our tumblr. Never to realize, that we got carried away as we joked around and typed the story of our lives, and suddenly he had the urge to call me for a video chat. I panicked. How do I look? Is my hair okay? Are my glasses on the right angle? Are my eyes looking red? I asked all the unnecessary questions as I instinctively accepted the call. The connection loaded and loaded. And then the first thing that shone was his wide eyes that smiled. He didn’t wear a beanie unlike his picture but his freckles complimented his entire looks. “H-Hi..” I say as I tried not to look into the camera. I feel like if he noticed me staring I’d be considered a stalker or something. “Hey don’t be shy. If you’re worried about your looks, I think you look flawless.” His words rung in my ears as I felt my face turn tomato red. Maybe there was hope in this world after all.