Parallel Lines

Eight

Over the course of the next two months, Hisato and I texted almost every single day. I had become attached to his annoying texts, and really he was a lot like me. I hated to admit that my heart skipped a beat whenever I got a message from him. It was almost terrifying know that you were falling for someone who only seemed to exist in your phone.

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Hi, Chi

Aw, you texted first

Sorry, that was my friend

Bullshit

Wow, Chi, has a little mouth

I think she has a decent sized mouth

Is talking in third person a hobby of yours?

No, Chi enjoys tomato juice, silence, and . . .

And?

I don't know
I'm trying to think

Tomato juice?

Yes, what's wrong with tomato juice

Nothing

Okay

And?

What?

You never told me the rest

Oh, well I was kinda hoping you forgot about that

Well, I didn't

Um, I don't really know

You don't know what you like?

What do you like?

Don't change the subject

But I really want to know
Plus, it'll give me more time to think

Okay
I don't really like anything

Really?
That's a bit sad

You know what's sadder
How you don't know what you like

Damn, Hisato, that's harsh
Come on you have to like something

Do you always ask the same question?
It's really annoying

:(

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Most of the conversations we had went this way. They were never anything too in depth. Even though I never saw what Hisato looked like, I never asked, because it was sort of an unspoke agreement for some reason. Maybe both of us were just too afraid to ask for some reason. I really did have a reason behind not ask. I was afraid that if I ask then I would have to send a picture of myself which would result in him recognizing who I actually am. Of course, I didn't want that to continue, but I couldn't help it. There was never a person who didn't see me as a Harada, except for Hisato.