Entranced by the captivating glow of the screen, she sits, staring in wonder. Her fingers delicately brush against the keys, but she does not type. Hesitantly, she glances down at the keyboard, speechless, not knowing what to say. She was never at a loss for words, not until now.
Hesitantly, her fingers begin to move over the keys, slowly typing, as if a little piece of her soul were dying with every letter. Choked up, confused, embarrassed. She bites her lip, wondering whether to press “send” or not, wondering if her reply is the correct one.
She deletes it all and starts over, her eyes brimming with tears of sheer frustration. The light from the screen casts a glow over the dark room, and she feels trapped with no escape.
Each passing minute feels like an hour to this girl trapped in black loneliness. She doesn’t even know who she is anymore.
An emotional rush makes her head spin; still not knowing what to say or do frustrates her further. She had always been the strong one...
“I can’t avoid replying forever, can I…” she trails off to herself. “I have to say something. But what?”
As her fingers skim the keys one more time, she feels more vulnerable than she knew she could ever feel, but she musters up enough strength to continue.
Overwhelmed with terror and anticipation, she trembles as her hand rests on the mouse.
The darkness of the room engulfs her and she begins to weep.