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WingsofFlight has entered the room.
StormingTitan (07:30:19 PM) Didn’t think you’d be on tonight
WingsofFlight (07:31:39 PM) You know it’s polite to say hello.
StormingTitan (07:31:58 PM) Sheesh you're grumpy today
StormingTitan (07:32:25 PM) Did some customer piss you off again
StormingTitan (07:33:55 PM) Helllloooo?
WingsofFlight (07:34:19 PM) Took you long enough. Yes, to answer your question.
WingsofFlight (07:34:43 PM) As much as I love pissing away my time with you, my cigarette is done, so you know what that means.
StormingTitan (07:35:02 PM) Bye, you going to be on later?
WingsofFlight (07:35:38 PM) Yes.
WingsofFlight has left the room.
I sat there waiting staring at the chat feed hoping he may come back on. I knew he never did come back on, not until later, our usual time, of nine thirty on the dot, but I always would wait just incase. Like always though after a few minute I resigned that he wasn’t coming back, I too logged off the chat room.
StormingTitan has left the room.
I slowly shut my laptop screen, and pushed off to the corner of my bed for later on. I fell back onto my bed as I let my mind wandered, to the ‘WingsofFlight’, he never really talked too much about himself, nor did I, it was the base of our relationship. We’d met online a few months ago, by chance, on a chatroom for confronting with lost. We weren’t like the rest in the chat he not sharing a thing, me not wanting to truly deal my pain yet. We’d slowly found comfort in each, and took our chats out of the public chat rooms into our own private one a month later. We never really shared too much with each about us personally just more on how we were doing, what was new, more just being there knowing we were going through something similar, although we never ask why we originally joined the chat room to begin with.
I didn’t know the man name, though I know he was older than me by a few years. He worked in some kind of retailer or service job, I had yet to pinpoint yet what he did. He was currently attending university, for what I did not know. Last of all he smoked, mostly at work to destress, and when he did light up he’d go online to talk to me for the few minutes it was. I cherished this chats the most, only because I knew he’d come online to talk to me when he could take that time for himself.
My train of thought was broken from mysterious man by the sound of my phone. I rolled my hand over to the left see the obnoxious device laying in front of my alarm clock. Growling, I sat up, and reached out grabbing my phone looking down that the screen, see ‘Armin’ light up across it. I swiped my thumb over the green phone icon, as I lifted the device up to my ear.
“Sup?”
“Hey, Eren I have to ask a big favour of you?” I could hear the nervous tone in my best friend’s voice. I could almost picture him sitting, most likely on his bed, twisting his blonde hair in nervousness. I’d known Armin ever since we were seven, meaning I knew how he worked, thought and acted. We’d meet the first day of school in grade two when some kids were picking on Armin for his haircut, when I stepped in and beat them, we’d came instant friends after that.
“You know, you always can.” I knew though this one time something was eating at Armin, because neither of us were ever afraid to tell or ask anything of each other. Armin been the first person I’d told about my sexuality, and that same day he told me, he was gay. We didn’t judge each other no matter what. But lately Armin had been acting differently, he wasn’t as talkative and tended want to spend more time on his phone then in reality. I never pushed him for answer figuring he was working through something and would tell me sooner or later.
“Eren, remember how I was telling you about that guy from Trost, I meet a few months ago? Well he asked me out date. I mean, I really want to go but I don’t know if-” I knew I had to cut him off otherwise he would never get to the point.
“Armin, what is it?”
“Eren, he’s only free Friday night, so if we want to go on a date, which we do, it means I have to up to Trost. Eren, I don’t want to bother you but-”
“What time?”
“We’re meeting up at the restaurant at three.” I could hear the nervousness being replaced with enthusiasm as Armin continued to talk. “Eren, does this mean what I think it mean?”
“Yes, Armin, I’ll drive you, no I don’t mind, what are best friends for. Besides, you know that guy I talk to online?” I had told Armin all about ‘WingsofFlight’ a couple months ago, after we’d been talking for some time.
“Ya, you never shut up about him, why?”
“Well, I have a ther he’s in the same time zone, as us. I mean, it’s just a hunch. I know he once let it spill he lived in a big city, and I mean compared to Shiganshina, Trost is huge. So I don’t know maybe I’m nuts.”
“How will you know if you even find him?” There is was the judge free zone I’d come to love, over the years.
“I have yet to figure that one out yet, but I can’t sit here and do nothing anymore. Beside he works in some really busy place, and goes to university. I mean Trost’s university isn’t the best but the fact it’s hitting all the marks is something.”
“Why don’t we leave early then so we can hunt him out before my date?”
“It’s a date.” Here I come, ‘WingsofFlight’.