A man meets a woman while vacationing in a major city. She lives there, but he doesn’t. He’s leaving for his home on the other side of the country the next morning. They wander the streets of the busy city all night long, chatting constantly about their hopes and dreams. They watch the sunrise wrapped in each other’s arms. When she takes him to the airport the next morning, she’s clearly upset. She’s never met anyone she gets along with so well. He offers to stay in touch with skype and they exchange usernames-but she isn’t too hopeful about the situation. When she gets home from the airport and lets her computer wake from its sleep mode, she notices he’s added her before ever even getting on the plane, only moments after she left him according to the time stamp.
Later that night when he’s settled at home he logs onto skype to see her icon is online. He messages her instantly. Their playful banter and easy conversation flow long into the morning hours. Over time their weekly skype sessions become daily. They begin to show each other their home cities-taking their phones with them to skype anywhere they can. He walks her down a street festival where music and light pour from every stall. His head phones in only he can hear what she has to say to him. She makes an hour long drive to her parents’ house, and he skypes with her on the drive, keeping her entertained with car games and random trivia. She sends him a recipe she found online, and that night they make and eat the same meal on opposite sides of the country. They begin to look forward to seeing each others skype icon alight every single night without fail. They even turn on a tracking app that helps them see how far the other has to go before they are home. They fall asleep while skyping and wake to each others sleeping form.
But distance makes all things hard. Months pass. Both their data bills are through the roof. He begins to feel a lack of connection to her-the real her. She feels like all she knows of him is the face of her phone. As if the device and the person are one in the same. They miss one skype. Then another cause he has to work. Another cause she fell asleep while waiting for him. One day, though they pre-agreed to skype that night, he never even shows. The icon stays unlit and though she tries to keep her mind steady, she feels the cold hard stab of doubt in her chest. Was it something she said? Did? Is he with someone better for him? One that doesn’t pester him every day? She checks the tracking app. Nothing. His isn’t even turned on. Sending another stab of doubt through her. Where could he be that he doesn’t want her to know? Why is he hiding his movements? He never seemed like someone who’d do that. But did she ever really know him? Or just the online him? Another hour passes and though she tries to keep occupied, she can’t stop checking. Still nothing. In her frustration she throws down her phone and the screen shatters. The white light bleeding black from every crack into the screen. Angry, hot tears spring to her eyes as she watches the grey icon flicker away completely.
Her doorbell rings and as she swipes away her frustrated tears she apologizes to the phone. Picking it up off the floor, she wipes away spare shards of screen glass, as if that will turn back the clock. She knows it can’t hear. It’s not a person nor the thing she’s angry about but, it did nothing wrong. With phone in hand she walks to the door where there he stands. A duffle under one arm, too big to be an over night bag. In the other he has his phone out. “Why aren’t you online?” He says “I was gunna surprise you. But my flight was late.” She launches her self at him, into his arms, causing his phone to fall to the ground. No more devices between them.