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A 13 year old girl. A 20 year old man. Two opposite ends of the world. Two different lives. One naive, and one who knew exactly what he was doing.

He wanted to manipulate her — charm her even. It was disgusting, and he knew so, yet that didn't stop him. The guilt wasn't enough to stop him. He was aching with lust, and plus, he'd already gone too far, she was already in the palm of his hand, and all he had to do was pull the strings. So it would have been a shame to stop so abruptly, cutting off the strings and letting her loose. A puppet can't move if the owner cuts her off. It'd be be nothing, there'd be no purpose. 'Ah, how thoughtful and kind of me. I'm actually doing her a favour!' He thought, denying everything that was wrong with the situation. It's what kept him going.

'A new friend!' She had thought to herself. She was outgoing, and kind, and thoughtful. Having a new friend excited her, especially when this friend was in a different country, learning about his culture, his traditions, and so forth. He was extremely nice and caring, he was always checking up on her, getting to know her, making sure she was doing good in school. He was a thoughtful man, and wanted nothing but the best for her. She loved that about him.

They met through a famous public chatting site. They both liked the same YouTuber, and that's what sparked their interests for one another. She was worried at first, faking her age so that she was able to talk to him more. 'I'm 14!' She exclaimed in confidence, hoping the year that she added on would keep him around. It did. 'Oh okay cool! I'm 20! I hope you don't think that's weird :p' of course it was weird. Who talks to a supposedly 14 year old girl when they themselves are 20 years old? Weirdos did. Though, she didn't know that.

They grew closer. They got to know each other better. Elly decided to shamefully admit that she was actually 13. That didn't bother Yuki, it only excited him more. He started to get personal, and talked about his adult problems. She felt incredibly sorry for him, and all she wanted to do was help. This brought her closer to him. All part of his plan.

Weeks. Months. Years. Time started to pass by faster than they realised. Slowly, slowly, she fell into his trap. She became dependent on him. She wanted— no, she needed him, and as she grew, a lust of her own developed. They became sensual, but he never wanted any pictures of her body. Just her face. Only her face. He got off to it, and she thought he just found her pretty. One night changed their relationship. One Skype conversation was all it took, he had finally reached his goal, that's what he thought at least. One sensual conversation was all it took for him to turn her into his. But the next day, her body was filled with a flood of guilt. 'I can't do this' she thought to herself. It was moving too fast, and she realised that she couldn't have given him a genuine answer during something inappropriate like that. She decided to come clean and tell him, tell him that she wasn't ready. He didn't like that. But he was a nice man. He was a caring man. He would understand the situation. Wouldn't he?

She never heard from him again.

To this day, she still thinks of him. She occasionally goes through their old conversations. It brought a smile to her face, and sometimes, just sometimes, when she's feeling really lonely, she'll message his inactive account. Asking if he was okay. She knew that he had mental problems, and that he was going through a tough time. Maybe he was busy? There was that small part of her that hoped he'd come back, tell her that everything was okay, send the smiley face that he always did when he would tease her. But he didn't. 'I guess it just wasn't meant to be' she reassured herself. But that didn't help. It never stopped those thoughts that she had of him.

Nothing she could do about it now...

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