Online. [benedict cumberbatch]

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'@IDontKnowAnymore I have too many words about you to be expressed within the boundaries of pen and paper.'

Juliette's POV.

I sighed and sat down, everything seemed to be crashing on my at the moment. I'm alone, so alone. My mother died of cancer when I was just 10 years old. I never had a father. My only relative left was my brother, who was always there for me, through good and bad - but he left.

One year and two months ago, I found my brother Liam lying on the bedroom floor, with pills scattered around him. He couldn't deal with life anymore. He couldn't deal with me.

I can't even deal with myself now.
It's all my fault.

I'm currently working at a little restaurant down my street, it's not what I've always wanted to do, but it pays well.

My phone flashed, saying I had a Twitter message from someone.

@YouWouldntBelieveMe: try a laptop then, yeah?

It confused me for a second, but I quickly realized it was a respond to my most recent tweet.

@IDontEvenKnowAnymore: ha. Funny. Really, can't stop laughing.

@YouWouldntBelieveMe: I'm actually funny, you know

@IDontKnowAnymore: of course.

@YouWouldntBelieveMe: You wouldn't believe me though, would you?

@IDontEvenKnowAnymore: you seriously need to try a bit better if you want me to believe you're funny.

@YouWouldntBelieveMe: Only a bit?

@IDontEvenKnowAnymore: A lot.