#622; Social Network - Original
Title: All Time Low
Fandom: Original Work
Challenge #: 622
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (for language).
It was nearly three in the morning...it seemed she was the only one among her friends that was still awake.
"How do you get up from an all time low?"
She was begging, crying for someone, anyone to respond. She just needed someone to talk to. Her heart was breaking and with two days of less than acceptable sleep patterns…she was starting to lose her mind. There was no boy attached to her heartbreak, but it was breaking nevertheless.
He was sitting in silence - a stark, white light beaming down on him as he manned the front desk of some office building in Chicago. The late shift was pretty brutal and with his partner doing rounds, he didn’t even have anyone to talk to at that particular moment…so he pulled out his phone.
How do you get up from an all time low?
It happened to be the first tweet on his timeline, from some girl that he didn’t even really know.
“Why are you so low?”
The sound of her Twitter notification was like a gunshot sounding. She nearly jumped from her skin as she reached for her phone, bringing up her app with shaking arms. A second message came in, the sounding scaring her a second time, nearly causing her to drop her phone into the mass of blankets on her bed. Someone had responded to her. She didn’t care who it was, but someone had. It was the only thing she needed right now.
“Is it a dude? Because we suck in general as a gender…”
“No, it’s not because of a guy…” Her fingers typed slowly. It was as fast as she could manage, even with a racing heart. “I lost my baby girl a couple of days ago…Delilah. She was a mastiff and weighed nearly 200 pounds. I’ve had her since I was 10.”
A dog? This was all over a dog? He had to laugh, but it was with the best intention. He, too, had lost a beloved animal once. And, honestly, he knew exactly how she felt.
“I’m sorry. I love my Sadie last year too.”
Someone felt her pain. She couldn’t believe her luck.
“How did you handle it?”
He hadn’t handled it. Not well. But with the sound of his partner’s footsteps coming back down the hall, he had no time to explain it all.
“I didn’t. I never will. But I wasn’t alone and neither are you.”
Fandom: Original Work
Challenge #: 622
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (for language).
It was nearly three in the morning...it seemed she was the only one among her friends that was still awake.
"How do you get up from an all time low?"
She was begging, crying for someone, anyone to respond. She just needed someone to talk to. Her heart was breaking and with two days of less than acceptable sleep patterns…she was starting to lose her mind. There was no boy attached to her heartbreak, but it was breaking nevertheless.
He was sitting in silence - a stark, white light beaming down on him as he manned the front desk of some office building in Chicago. The late shift was pretty brutal and with his partner doing rounds, he didn’t even have anyone to talk to at that particular moment…so he pulled out his phone.
How do you get up from an all time low?
It happened to be the first tweet on his timeline, from some girl that he didn’t even really know.
“Why are you so low?”
The sound of her Twitter notification was like a gunshot sounding. She nearly jumped from her skin as she reached for her phone, bringing up her app with shaking arms. A second message came in, the sounding scaring her a second time, nearly causing her to drop her phone into the mass of blankets on her bed. Someone had responded to her. She didn’t care who it was, but someone had. It was the only thing she needed right now.
“Is it a dude? Because we suck in general as a gender…”
“No, it’s not because of a guy…” Her fingers typed slowly. It was as fast as she could manage, even with a racing heart. “I lost my baby girl a couple of days ago…Delilah. She was a mastiff and weighed nearly 200 pounds. I’ve had her since I was 10.”
A dog? This was all over a dog? He had to laugh, but it was with the best intention. He, too, had lost a beloved animal once. And, honestly, he knew exactly how she felt.
“I’m sorry. I love my Sadie last year too.”
Someone felt her pain. She couldn’t believe her luck.
“How did you handle it?”
He hadn’t handled it. Not well. But with the sound of his partner’s footsteps coming back down the hall, he had no time to explain it all.
“I didn’t. I never will. But I wasn’t alone and neither are you.”