I want to write a book with my girlfriend, and its a about two people who never met but know each other so much threw chat and webcam, and have fallen in love online, each chapter is one of each person narrator and their side of life is said. I starts with each characters problems being started, and then brought their are brought together and find each other online and begin to love each other's minds. Then one day the male friend does not come online and the female is worried, he doesnt come online after a year and she saves money to finally see him in the town named Luton he lived in.
This is how i wanted it to end.
After a year has gone by, I don't believe he even existed anymore, neither do I believe anymore that I loved.
Finally, I stopped at Luton train station, I watching business men and other types of people all flooding the platforms ready to race into the train I am now jumping from. I am walking down a long bridge, down to where Town is. People of different cultures walking around me, men of all
Backgrounds giving me "the eye" not one of them looking like him, not once glancing at the person I saw on my screen. At the end of the bridge I see a large mall, "The Arndale," a distance away down a very busy road full of stopping cars, cyclist and suitcase holding men and women walking back to work from their lunch.
I walk down the road.
I walk and look around no sight of a family face, a face that once said it lived here, but yet I can find no trace of its existence
I stop at the Arndale’s doors, people waiting for buses turn side to side in impatience to have their joyful rides home. The first thing I see is a monitor on the ceiling, 3d animations advertising clothes, celebrities wearing make up of latest make-up companies, I am looking at all these faces and not one has caught my eyes, "Could he still be here" I mumble under my breath as a bunch of good looking men walk past me, complimenting my ass to each other (as if I don't know)
"Emma!", I hear a child's voice scream. I am unfamiliar with it and do not know who to look at, I search all around the entrance until sudden a small child in braids grabs my hand, "Hey Emma," The child knows who I am but seems to have not want me to be there, She is about 10 years old, brown mixed girl, " Who are you?" I say to the girl holding my hand as if she known me for a long time. "Don't you know?" she replies, "No," I say as I let go of hand, "I am Gershom's sister, don't you remember him talking about me," her appearance and face starts to strike a resemblance to face I have been searching for, "Where's ya brotha, Lillian?" At that moment in time I remembered her name, as I looked back at the times the face of him I loved spoke of the annoyance of his sister, and the mischievous things she does. A woman with a broken voice replies to my question, Lillian walks away from me and stands back, I turn to face the women, who looked very much like Gershom. She embraced me and held me like a precious diamond, she had her head on my shoulder with tears down her eyes, she was amazed to see me, she was happy to see me, and she didn't want to see me...
"I am sorry." Tears ran down my cheeks as I slowly went to hug her back, a sudden deathly sting had pierced my back, I had just died, I felt weak, my body no longer existed anymore, I just floated, I am no more, my love is no more... He is dead...
This is how i wanted it to end.
After a year has gone by, I don't believe he even existed anymore, neither do I believe anymore that I loved.
Finally, I stopped at Luton train station, I watching business men and other types of people all flooding the platforms ready to race into the train I am now jumping from. I am walking down a long bridge, down to where Town is. People of different cultures walking around me, men of all
Backgrounds giving me "the eye" not one of them looking like him, not once glancing at the person I saw on my screen. At the end of the bridge I see a large mall, "The Arndale," a distance away down a very busy road full of stopping cars, cyclist and suitcase holding men and women walking back to work from their lunch.
I walk down the road.
I walk and look around no sight of a family face, a face that once said it lived here, but yet I can find no trace of its existence
I stop at the Arndale’s doors, people waiting for buses turn side to side in impatience to have their joyful rides home. The first thing I see is a monitor on the ceiling, 3d animations advertising clothes, celebrities wearing make up of latest make-up companies, I am looking at all these faces and not one has caught my eyes, "Could he still be here" I mumble under my breath as a bunch of good looking men walk past me, complimenting my ass to each other (as if I don't know)
"Emma!", I hear a child's voice scream. I am unfamiliar with it and do not know who to look at, I search all around the entrance until sudden a small child in braids grabs my hand, "Hey Emma," The child knows who I am but seems to have not want me to be there, She is about 10 years old, brown mixed girl, " Who are you?" I say to the girl holding my hand as if she known me for a long time. "Don't you know?" she replies, "No," I say as I let go of hand, "I am Gershom's sister, don't you remember him talking about me," her appearance and face starts to strike a resemblance to face I have been searching for, "Where's ya brotha, Lillian?" At that moment in time I remembered her name, as I looked back at the times the face of him I loved spoke of the annoyance of his sister, and the mischievous things she does. A woman with a broken voice replies to my question, Lillian walks away from me and stands back, I turn to face the women, who looked very much like Gershom. She embraced me and held me like a precious diamond, she had her head on my shoulder with tears down her eyes, she was amazed to see me, she was happy to see me, and she didn't want to see me...
"I am sorry." Tears ran down my cheeks as I slowly went to hug her back, a sudden deathly sting had pierced my back, I had just died, I felt weak, my body no longer existed anymore, I just floated, I am no more, my love is no more... He is dead...
