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Life was clockwork, a never-ending cycle of time. Class after class, another locker Tumblr had to walk by. It wasn’t even September yet, and they already had a fifty-percent average on a test and a pile of missing assignments in their room.
But Tumblr wasn’t going to complete them.
They weren’t going to try.
They knew all they could do was lay in bed and scroll through endless photos and posts, or the blazing fire inside their head would devour them alive.
So they sat in their room, staring at other’s memories they’d never have. Dark eye bags formed on their face as the blue light shined on them instead of the midnight stars.
It’s all they thought they could do.
Anything else was a chore, the impossible achievement they would never be able to accomplish.
Until the phone rang.
“Hello, Tumblr! I hope you are doing better after yesterday— I knew you weren’t in the greatest mood.” Again, the same voice that resembled the smooth tune of a scrapped poem glided through the speaker.
“Oh— hi! Sorry about that— I was just kind of— burnt out, you know?”
“I understand. You needed some rest, and that’s always okay. I’m always here if you need to talk.”
“Thanks, Pinterest. You’re always here for me, I’m glad we met that time.”
“Aw, really? I’m glad too— you looked really beautiful under that cherry blossom tree.”
Oh.
Oh.
Tumblr’s face reddened up to her ears.
She said I was beautiful! She said I was beautiful?! Me?!
So like clockwork, life was a never-ending cycle of time, but the repetitive motions like low and high tides kept the one memory Tumblr knew they would hold deeply for the rest of eternity.
Sure! I’d love to go! I could sneak to your house and beg your mother to take us to some place like Jacksonville. I’ll bring snacks and stuff, and say it’s for a project (if they believe me.) We’ll have so much fun! Hopefully it is nice weather, if it’s not I would be pretty disappointed. I bet you’ll look cute.
— xx, Tumbly :)
Just as Pinterest looked in her bookbag to work on an assignment, she noticed the note packed underneath her textbooks. A small slip of paper, about the size of her palm.
That’ll be a fun trip.
One time won’t forget.
Like clockwork, Pinterest knew that she was bound to falling in love.