He is Echo’s cousin. Cold, calculating grammar natzi, but kind hearted to those close to him and caring as well. An amazing writer I admired greatly. We lost contact after I was 17 years old. He had to go to college, and never talked to me again.

Now, I met him thanks to Echo, I never did see his face though, or heard his voice. He hated anyone knowing these things, as well as his real name (that I will not mention here). He got himself a facebook account to be able to keep tabs on his dear cousin Echo and talk to me without having to use her account. Which was a real big honour for me.

After a while...we turned into a couple, a power-couple our online friends envied and adored.

But...it felt wrong.

I craved physical touch, romantic attention. All though I always said I don’t was ok, we both knew I wasn’t sincere.

He decided to break things off, telling me I was too much for him. Chrono declared I deserved better than him, he wished to still be my friend. I cried, but accepted what he decided. Little did I know I wouldn’t talk to him again.