“It’s another lonely night, isn’t it?”
“Ah, fuck it - what are “lonely nights”, anyway? The only thing that transpires is another few hours of our already short life being wasted.”
Barely an hour after that conversation, she chanced upon an online webpage of an ex-classmate. True, she did way better than he did for the bulk of the earlier years of their compulsory education, but this was hardly the case now, for it was him who had topped the cohort, and not her. He was the perfect example of how much one could achieve, simply by putting their heart into things.
It was when she realised she had been blind to so many things in those three years, consumed by something others convinced her of - not that she minded, though. Even though hidden in the galaxy of pixels and the blocks of the information highway, it was pretty obvious that things could not continue as they were - and it was up to her to change them.
