Empty Room

At first he didn't know how he felt. He didn't care. He was a loner all of his life. People came and went like a summer shower. He thought that maybe this time was different. Maybe this girl can really change things for him. That cluttered room of trash and garbage was becoming a distant memory. When she knocked at the door he leaped out to greet her. Every day she would stop by early and knock on his door, waking him up. Both of them were broken in some way or another, but together they were a happy couple. He didn't think about love. He didn't think about his future, or even his past when he was with her. http://41.media.tumblr.com/41c01fe48660a82442c0891bb2918d87/tumblr_n0y0p1YbU21sk1rjvo1_1280.jpg All he cared about was the present. 'Why would this girl sacrifice so much of her time to talk to me', he wondered. He was a ghost in school. Everyone kept their distance but her. 'Why?' He realized the question itself had no meaning anymore. Whenever he questioned his happyness, it opened the door for sadness. So he never thought about it. He only thought about the next thing he can do with her. His room was now bright and tidy. He made a habit of opening the blinds in the morning in hopes of catching a glimpse of her on her way to his house. He was happy how things were right now. He was satisfied with all things in life. Something as simple as being recognized and acknowledged every day by somebody who needs you. 'That's all I need to be happy' he thought to himself, as he closed his eyes to sleep. He blinked. http://kanpai.kokidokom.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/asatsuki.full_.516468-1024x742.jpg He sat up on the couch. It was dark all around him, save for the screens of his computers. He checked his phone again, only to see an empty screen with no messages. He relaxed back on his couch and sighed. He looked up at the ceiling where he had so many times before wishing he had a ceiling fan, but his thoughts were empty now. He folded his hands on his face and laughed. A quiet laugh that was almost drowned out by the fan on his floor. 'Time and time again. I will always end up back in this same empty room'

PART 2 A knock at the door. He jumped off the couch and answered it. There she was, standing in front of him, breathing hard from running all the way to his house. Her eyes were red from crying, and tears were streaming down her face. "Why did you never text me back?" she said through tears. "I asked to come over, but you never answered! So I never came!" she said, sobbing. The boy had a blank, confused expression. He had sent over 14 texts to her and never got a response back. "But I did text you! So many times! See?" He held up his phone to her showing his wall of texts. http://judgemen-t.com/images/dragoncrisisgross.jpg "EEEEHHHHH?" She was completely confused. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e4/c1/cd/e4c1cd11e44d9e783aa17064f91c87c4.jpg "I see what happened...my data had reached its limit...aha...ahahaha..." http://orig07.deviantart.net/fe76/f/2012/249/6/b/lol_i_dont_fucking_know_by_silverbullet54-d5dtbol.jpg "It's funny, right? Haha...hahaha...we probably should have just called each other, huh?" "Technology will be the reason I off myself one day." http://dragonflycap.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Apple-logo-650x400.jpg Apple. We cause drama.

Oh man, I totally forgot about this so it was especially fun for me to read through it again. The writing is so stylistically me.