Chapter 12
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Beep beep.
Beep beep.
Beep beep.
I repeatedly rammed my fingers into the icons floating on my laptop screen. With each slam, the same message comes up.
Runtime Error: Press OK to Continue. Press CANCEL to exit
And every time I press "OK", it just goes back to the same error. A never-ending revolution of blunders. I knew I couldn't retrieve the minutes I exchanged for this website, and this is all I get. Now I can see through the eyes of our ancestors who wandered everywhere for this industrial world to propagate, just to encounter some mishaps.
I scratched the temple of my head, scraping it harder as I blame myself for missing such an important thing. Living with glasses my entire life was never a problem, but that I didn't realize until now. The small revolving arrow sitting beside the web site's URL was the solution to this issue.
Refreshing the page didn't come quickly to mind as a plan B, but it sure still did its own thing.
A match has been found, please press "Next" to confirm.
And here I thought that the simple solution would make me wait for another set of minutes. Without much hesitation, I let my mind do the work and followed the instruction.
The air spread strong around me, as the sun shone its bright luster through the glimpse of my window pane.
However soon after, a heavy splash of rain followed. I couldn't find the reason for it, but God might really love me. The ceaseless rainfall is a good sign of it.
Leaping up, I slicked my feet into my bunny slippers and barged into the corner. Thrusting down the window blinds, I sensed joy from outside.
Outside the home I locked myself in.
An adorable group of squirrels, rushing to the enormous oak tree shading almost all parts of our house. The first two with still a nut in their mouths were the dead-set finishers of their race if they were holding one. Their teeny legs reached shelter first, without realizing the other was left behind; knees on the ground.
Did the little animal get tired, or was it injured? That I didn't know the answer.
Leaving the scene with no hope for the bootless runners; for the first time, I discovered a great portrayal of love. As ironic as it may sound, it came from the most midget of species.
The first rodent which first vanished into plain sight was apparently scouting the tree for the tiny leaf it is holding right now. I was marveled with awe at the picture-perfect landscape I just witnessed.
Together with the other squirrel, they came back with individual leaves to pick the one left behind. These animals have a mind of their own, huh.
My immature brain labeled them as a family. The first two as the parents, while the other is their child.
I longed for it. The comfort of being in a perfect and complete family. I didn't cherish the memories I had with the family I had when it was within my grasp.
Nodding off the scrunch in my heart worked for a while as I cozied back to my unfinished business.
Seizing my focus on the screen, I read the first few lines of the already working website.
Hugo Van Bellick
New York
Loves to keep stray cats, and punish the bad dogs.
"Hey there." A message popped right in the corner. Does he hate dogs? Well, we'll have a little bit of trouble at that.
"Hello there. :)" I replied back. My novice frame didn't quite yet understand how this conversation works. A little part of me hoped that the smiling emoticon did the trick.
"Say, do you like cats?" Straightforward, I see. Making friends is this easy?
"Yes, of course." An effortless question requires an effortless answer. "I even had a pet cat---"
"Dogs. Do you also like them?" I was not even done typing my next reply, another question was already shelled at me.
Is this really necessary? How did the kids call this?
Ah, the getting to know phase.
"Yeah, I like them better." Honesty is the best road to take on this site if you truly want to mingle with your peers.
User has left the conversation. Click "Next" to search for another mate.
Mind blown by what just happened, I whiffed out a quiet scream. WHAT? After how many events of plot twists and miscalculations, this site handed me to an overly sensitive person.
For what does he care if I like cute little puppies. We could've started from there and widen our conversation so that we would have something to talk about.
I was an amateur when it comes to making friends, but at this moment my ego was shattered.
Scanning through the settings, I opted to find more options rather than the random search feature. If only I could pick who to talk to, then this agonizing feeling residing in me would've already be gone.
Wait, am I just using this page in order to escape from the reality of life? Well, that seems to be the case.
Recalling the very line that piqued my interest, I remember my purpose.
Search for someone to talk to, someone to have fun with, a mate that can fill all the purpose in your life.
I really do hope the next person I can talk to will fill that purpose I can't find myself.
The "Next" button I pressed.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The tranquil wall clock expanded its sound than before. I was being patient, waiting for the satisfactory alarm that can end my sorrow.
As they say, there would be a calm before the storm. But in this case, there was a calm before the rainbow. A 1 second pause of no noise, right before the startling ring resounded the whole room.
I mounted my glasses to the hinge of my nose.
Uriah Beckett
New York
Reading is my passion, and so is pop music. I'd sing songs for you, only if you'll be the one to compose the lyrics.
- Writer
