Helpless

Love or practicality?

I perfectly understood that I had set myself up for disaster. It was such an obvious statement that it was incredibly, undoubtably fickle of me to have not attempted to prevent it...                                Tracking backwards to that time, it wasn't difficult to grasp the idea that me and my parents fought. We clashed often and easily, making the disagreements slot into the daily, strategically thought out routine.                      This particular night, the fighting was at a satisfying minimum. My brothers, who were usually distracted and irritable easily were pre-occupied, somehow increasing the levels of gratification.                                                      My dad, as he commonly did, was out with his life long friends, standing in the crowd mesmerised by one of the many tribute bands the small town had to offer. Using this to my advantage, I sat, also mesmerised watching a spin of.
As I began the process of 'de humanising,' I heard the all too familiar buzzing noise.
After a few painstaking minutes of fumbling around for my mobile, my fingers finally grazed the screen.                  Pulling it up from under the sofa, I scanned the message.                                     'Of course, my Skype is Adambarkmosquito.'
Smiling, I replied back,                                  'Adambarkmosquito?' I questioned, lingering.                                                           A few short seconds later, I received a reply.                                                                   'I'll explain it later.' He wrote, leaving me intrigued.                                                           I had met him online a few hours before. Something somehow felt different about him. The words he wrote, the way he described things. He made me question and think, and I liked that.                                                           A few hours after the initial texting conversation, i received a Skype call from 'Adambarkmosquito.'                          As soon as I heard the vibrations, a wave of panic rushed over me. After giving myself a quick and limited pep talk, I pressed the neon green symbol.
'Hey Aria.' He said.                                                  I smiled. Even though he had only spoken a few short words, I could detect his accent. It sounded so refreshing, so interesting. I liked the way that he spoke my name.
Over the next few hours we talked about everything and anything. Adam talked in this manner that felt unfamiliar. He spoke about real things, important things. Instantly I felt connected to his words.
Around 2.am, I began to drift. Sleepily I turned to my phone.
'Aria?' Adam said, the accent still hitting me.
'Yes Adam.' I replied.
He signed, as if his brain was working overtime.
'Do you know what limerence means?'