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I guess? I just don’t know. Sometimes I imagine meeting her in Turkey, taking her to dinner somewhere quiet, getting to know the girl behind the screen. Telling each other the stories we never typed, the ones that were too intimate for the these threads. As the night deepens, we grow closer, the silence between us softening, turning warm instead of awkward.
Back at the hotel, we make it to our room. She falls asleep almost instantly, the exhaustion from our trip finally catching up with her. Her Slavic snores shake the room, I can't help but smile.
I don't know why I pick up her phone, perhaps just out of pure curiosity. I open the files app.
There it is: 'bucket_shitting.mp4'
I put the phone down.
And I leave.
Everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamt of, was real.