17th september, 2017
his wi-fi connection had been acting up and showing some mean attitude since 15th.
he had been cut off from his documentaries, songs on youtube, twitter and whatnot.
but mostly, he was missing a girl — a girl whom he had never seen and talked with face to face.
his gut was telling him that something was wrong.
damn, if his internet was going to act up for one more second, then god better be ready for saving his internet service provider from his wrath.
he picked up his mac and tried to google the word, 'mara' and surprisingly...
...it worked.
sabir opened his tumblr dashboard and went straight to his inbox.
there was a message from her. maybe his gut was wrong and everything was fine after all. the message was:-
woohoo, it's friday today. last day of the week. also, i might not be able to talk to you tomorrow.
what did she mean by not being able to talk tomorrow? what was wrong?
was she dying?
was she already... dead?
no, no, that couldn't be the case...
a burning sensation rose through the twenty-two year old boy's alimentary canal.
the paranoia was just inching its way up.
he typed a response in a desperate effort, telling her about his fucking internet connection and lied down helplessly.
he could feel another one of those fuckers come on.
the panic attacks.
he
hated
them.
where
was
mara?
where?
where?
where?
the burning was increasing by the second.
fuck.
he needed (her to be fine)
a cigarette.
yes, a cigarette would make him f i n e.
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