EJ's Chair

Part 1- The CHAIR

I found this exceptional love song on youtube, and even though it's not Christmas yet, I think the emotions are perfect to add to this story.

I'm not even sure I will continue this story, but hey, I'm bored and who cares about homework, am I right?

When did this story start? I can't recall. This is a love story, a story about me, about Chair, about the world, about the unfairness of this world.
Oh! This it! I remember when I first met you. How could I ever forget?

It all started on a June evening. It was late, and I was watching a live on Tiktok. EJ was my favorite content creator, and I was so happy to be in time for their live. They were talking, I don't remember what they were saying, though. For some unknown reason, they got up and walked out their room for a second. That's when I saw HER.

It was a simple, white chair. It looked rather ancient, it creaked a bit; but I didn't care. All I cared about were these EYES. I stared at her through the screen, and she stared back:
- 👁👄👁
I couldn't take my eyes off her.
- 🪑👄🪑

Sadly, I was not the only one to have noticed her. Soon enough, the chat at the side of the screen filled with words.

@bigf@tCOOCHI3: Hello there chair
@Don@ldTrOmps: lookin' good as always
@papaSTONKS: C H A I R

A sharp pain shot through me. It couldn't be... jealousy, could it? I turned my phone off, and rolled over to the other side of my bed, burying my face in my *insert waifu* body pillow. I tried to fall asleep, but I kept seeing her. The delicate, elegant chair haunted my dreams that night.

Aight, I'm gonna stop there cause I got lazy. Let me know if you want more chapters, guys. Have a good day, and may the Chair be with you.