sidering it was made of metal, Tal regretted this move. He got
out of bed, his fist still hurting, and walked around for a bit,
trying to get a grip on his anger. He thought about how the
prior day was an absolute waste of time, and that he should've
just done something solo. He wasted his time on something
fruitless, and he was furious at this, having no idea what had
been running through his head. After regaining his composure, his anger faded into sadness, and he decided the best
course of action was to start his day the same way as he always did. He grabbed his tablet, and started surfing the web.
Acacia happened to be online that particular morning, and Tal decided that he would just ignore her. This
"loneliness" thing was something to be ignored, not fed. He
went about his day, just as he had a few days prior. He read
his favorite length articles on various online magazines, but
this time, he made sure they were even shorter. He needed to
go on large, expansive binges to distract him from that issue.
All I need is more, more stuff to do, and it'll all vanish. He
spent a long time reading, all day and deep into the night.
Suddenly, Tal was interrupted by a melody, signifying he had
received a message. Pressing the little envelope symbol on
the screen, he read the message. It was from Acacia.
Everything is made of this chrome stuff.
Acacia typed, surprisingly proper.
I know, it's odd. Nightstands, walls,
tablets, chargers, and everything