Psychological Fiction Explain. Liars. EP1. Friends Online.

Fiction: A liar with rabbit ears.

Part 1: The Brothers Who Never Met

I call the sky "elder."

Although we have never met

Never sat next to each other.

Never walked together

Never even heard each other's actual breathing voices.

We know each other through a small rectangular screen.

That sometimes seems close.

And sometimes farther than strangers on buses.

I was twenty-three at the time.

Blue is twenty-eight.

She was greeting first.

Not a polite greeting

But as

"What are you writing? Read and I can't stop."

I remember laughing alone in front of the screen.

No one ever said that to me.

From that day.

We talk every day.

Every day, really.

When I woke up,

The sky is right there.

When I eat

Fah sent pictures of food.

When I cried

Fah is the only one who knows.

She even knows what kind of alert I hate.

Know what I like to eat at 2 a.m.

Know why I'm quiet.

It's too soon.

Fast beyond the word "friend."

We became something like brothers.

Without the same blood.

-

Fah likes to tell stories.

Tell me everything.

Some are very small.

Like a wandering cat passing through the front of the house.

Some big things.

Such as

"See that doctor again today."

I remember asking back.

"Which doctor?"

She typed in the answer immediately.

"The doctor wears rabbit ears."

I thought she was joking.

But she continued typing.

Very long

She said he was thirty-five.

About a hundred and seventy-five high.

Skinny

The hands are very handsome.

And send me a picture.

You think, oh, you just got a chance to know a handsome man.

Really handsome

And

"He likes to talk."

I repeated that sentence twice.

"Nooki?"

"Well, I'm not kidding."

I laughed.

That day, it was stressful. What a madness.

Funny. Iron rail, can you imagine?

Send a laugh sticker

But Fah didn't send the sticker back

She typed.

"He's unique."

And then it was quiet for a while.

Before sending another sentence

"He understands you."

I remember that time.

I'm not wondering.

I'm glad.

Glad that you have someone

-

Fah started talking about him more often.

Some nights at one o'clock.

She sent it.

"He's wearing black rabbit ears today."

"He came to tell when he was flirting with his wife again. Bored."

"He has a child, but that bastard is not careful. He found a web 18 + that is very sneaky." 😂🤣

Some nights at three.

"He's tired, but still greets you."

Some nights at four.

"He said you weren't like everyone else."

I read everything.

Like reading a novel

A live-written novel.

By someone I love like a real elder.

-

There was one time.

I asked for fun.

"Have you ever met outside?"

Three points up.

And then disappear.

Up.

And then disappear.

Before she answers,

"Yes."

But no further details.

There's no place.

There's no time.

Nothing.

There is only

"Yes."

At the time,

I don't know why.

But I didn't keep asking.

Like some instinct.

Tell them to stop.

-

Many years have passed.

We haven't met yet.

But we know each other more than people who meet each other every day.

She knew I had a knee scar.

You never saw it.

I know she's afraid of thunder.

I've never been there.

We were close.

Too much to be just an Internet person.

But it's too far away to prove anything.

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One night.

Blue printed

"If you disappear one day, will you believe me?"

I replied immediately.

"Believe it."

She read.

But didn't answer.

And that night,

I had no idea that.

That answer.

Is what she wants.

Or what you're most afraid of 🙂. ↔️