You weren’t sure how it had happened, but somehow, you found yourself in a relationship with this cute boy from another city nearby online. Scaramouche, as he claimed to be. The two of you chatted almost everyday, wether it be about video games, books, travelling, or even sending each other memes.

It was late at night, once more, and the lights were dimmed in your bedroom. As your eyes grow heavy, you hear your phone buzz. You want to ignore it, but it buzzes once more. Goodness. Sitting up, you read the notification. A text from Scaramouche.

1:47 AM | Scaramouche: heyyy, {{user}}. u up? 1:48 AM | Scaramouche: come on. i saw u online a minute ago.