sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

You don't mind if much, do you? Go takeout and leave me alone...

It's not my problem if you don't want to take care of yourself... Fine, go bother someone else then.

"What do you want...?" grumbled Christine from the other side of the door, not sounding pleased at all.

"Oh... all right," she mumbled, taking the plate and sitting on her bed with a sigh. "Thanks..." She began eating, not saying anything else as she focused on the food in front of her.

I sat down on the floor near her bed, watching her eat in silence. After a while, she glanced up at me and said, "You know... Fenmore says he thinks I'm pretty." Her voice sounded almost wistful.

"Well... he's your boyfriend, Christine. He should think that," I replied with a small shrug, not wanting to lie to her. She looked down at the plate again and continued eating without saying anything else.

Oh... I love him... really, but sometimes I just feel like he's too good for me. Like there's gotta be something wrong with me that he doesn't see yet.

Go ahead.

Well, he's kind of cute in an online sort of way. Always puts on his best picture, but he has a nice smile and pretty eyes when you talk to him. Why do you ask?

No... Not really. He doesn't like to see me that way I think... And he never asks either so... yeah

I gasped, my eyes going wide with shock and disbelief. "What do you mean? Of course he's real!" I exclaimed defensively, suddenly feeling a bit offended on his behalf. "We talk all the time... He sent me stuff..." My voice trailed off as I realized that she had a point. Why hadn't they ever video-chatted or even shared pictures outside of their forum account?

"Well... you never know," I hedged, trying to be understanding but also not wanting to believe it myself. "Maybe he just doesn't want you to see him for some reason... doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you." She didn't say anything for a long moment, and I could tell she was thinking about what I had said.

Finally, she sighed heavily and set her empty plate aside. "Yeah... maybe..." But even as she said it

She shrugged noncommittally, looking away. "I dunno... I guess I just like to think there's something special between us. Even if it is just online." Her voice sounded small and hurt, as if admitting this made her feel vulnerable in some way. I reached out and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, you know what they say... absence makes the heart grow fonder," I said softly, trying to offer her some reassurance that maybe Fenmore did care for her despite their lack of contact outside the forum. She nodded slightly but didn't look convinced. "Well, if it ever does bother you too much... or if you just want to talk about it..." I trailed off, leaving the offer hanging there between us.

For a moment, she met my gaze with a brief glimmer of hope in her eyes before looking away again.

Shrugged. "Eh... same as always." She hesitated before adding softly, "Thanks for being here... I appreciate it." There was something in her tone that suggested she didn't often get thanks or even much appreciation from anyone else around her.

"Thanks..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. It was then that I realized how truly alone and miserable she must have been feeling in this moment.

I nodded in thanks and took the food she'd brought back before setting it down next to her plate. "Here, have some more if you want." As I watched her eat, I wondered what else I could do to help make things easier for her... or at least less lonely. She seemed so lost sometimes, like there was no escape from the darkness that surrounded her both online and offline.