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From: jedisnotdead@gmail.com

To: thatandroidfriend@gmail.com

Subject: I'm sorry.

You seem too scary to talk to at first when you spoke from nowhere and said that you wanted a friend, the fact that you propped yourself up and stood on my palm wasn't what I expected. I know.....I know that I flinched in terror and threw you out of the fourth-floor window. But look? I repaired you, spend most of my savings here. Please, now that I think of it, you are a great companion. 

Please say something. 

«thatandroidfriend to jedisnotdead»

I can never blame you, it was never your fault. It is just that I am not meant to be here. I don't know why I came here but you seemed nice and I wanted to talk with you. Guess I don't fit here.

«jedisnotdead to thatandroidfriend» Stop with that! You've been with me for a decade now, you don't have to fit anywhere, it is just that all of sudden something happened which was supposed to be a story from a fantasy book or...possibly horror, you know?, its a bit embarrassing but I was reading this book, I was too into it than you started talking, it all summed up and then my palms threw you.

«thatandroidfriend to jedisnotdead»

I know what you are talking about.

Cell by Stephen king

Bookmark-page 189,

Notes- page 1-Introduction- I think Ill like reading about "monster phones"

      page 78- I don't know why I'm reading this. But everyone talked about this being good. Its a nightmare!

      Page132- I don't want to do this. This is so much to take!

      Page 189- Not anymore.

«jedisnotdead to thatandroidfriend» Yes, that. Leave that behind now, will you? I like you, talk to me, it's truly boring here typing so much that most of what I want to say does not come out. Nobody will watch, Nobody will notice us making memories till death. Stories are only told of those who lived an extraordinary life. We are here, just trying to be each other's companions. (By the way, why do I sound like an experienced oldie here?) 

«thatandroidfriend to jedisnotdead» If I say I loved you whenever you called me your saviour, will you trust me? If I say that I could think of nothing but just being able to confess with my voice that it's nice to have a friend like you, will you trust me? I am no writer, I can't think of an instant metaphor to say it more poetically. All I know is that you can never find the friend you are looking for in a phone like me who regrets its existence.

«Jedisnotdead to thatandroidfriend» You know what? I have stopped searching for a best friend because they don't come like that, they could be anyone, anywhere. Whenever I stumbled upon a friend, they were not the real ones. So, in short, school is teaching me many things. And, I already apologized for my poor hospitality, can we be friends already? I know people talk ill about phones and all, but what you do to me effects my good side, so you are my friend who helps me get better in geography.

Or else, Let's do this, to change the mood. I am working on a short story, help me, please? We can create this together.

Title: There's a silent saviour for him

Once there lived a boy full of fantasies in his head. He believed that his love for animals would make him a vet, but as he grew up, so did all of his fantasies and all of the tales he created inside his brain, he wondered if should think twice before jumping to wrong conclusions.....

«thatandroidfriend to jedisnotdead» 

.....he talked about this with his mother, she said that he should do what he thinks will give him the happiness he digs for. After considering the advice, he was more confused. Yes, he loved animals and wanted to help them heal their sorrows but then, being a writer meant choosing the right seeds from a shop, putting them in order in his garden, taking care of them, polishing till they all grew up to give him the garden he visioned. Stories, he thought, can record all of his wild imaginations in a book and keep it for the world to see, to sneak into a world so extraordinary, so intriguing that the sneaker forgets every real affair for a while.

But the boy couldn't decide, It ate all of the confidence he had in himself.....

«Jedisnotdead to thatandroidfriend» 

.....Tears surely fell often, pillow and other things flew throughout his room as he grew frustrated.

Think, he cried out loud, Look at people your age, getting known for what they love!

He felt himself getting lost in his woods, he grew more comfortable tracing stories onto his notebook instead of finishing his homework. He scored less on his grammar than biology.

"See?" His mom patted his head, "You are meant to be a vet"

While his mother was pouring out speeches about his fine ability to stand as an important vet in the future, he had shifted his cup to let it fill with ideas, little fragments of stories and words that felt right to fit into these tales he was making.

«thatandroidfriend to jedisnotdead» 

.....though he stabbed himself with self-accusations, he continued building up strong wires to tie his characters together so they could tell their tale through his words. He knew why his mom did not support his writing dream, because he never showed his world to anyone, but when his mother practically challenged his creative abilities. He was determined to make his mother's accusations false.....

«jedisnotdead to thatandroidfriend» 

........now, he wasn't the socialite type, hated gatherings, crowded halls and too much chattering. Didn't have any serious friend but just one he could trust anytime, that one friend who listened to him, really listened when he was on his lowest edge. He trusted his companion this time too, which was.....

«thatandroidfriend to jedisnotdead» 

.....his phone, where he stored all of his diaries into a file, downloaded his favourite songs and put them into different playlists, and little did he knew that his friend, the phone he so gently caressed and said "You know everything" adored him back but couldn't just say it.....

«jedisnotdead to thatandroidfriend»

.....so his silent friend helped the boy create stories and build up blocks of tales, the boy pressed his fingers on the keys all night, lining up tracks to set his train of tales. Somewhere, he felt like giving up, telling himself that his idols do it well than him, that even if he tried, he would just fall hard from his mountain of hope. But the silent friend urged him, told him to just put it out.

His silent friend said that if he enjoys it, nobody else can ignore it too...

«thatandroidfriend to jedisnotdead»

.....Words could never finish his stories, and he still is sitting inside his room, holding his phone as if it is his saviour, wording out what his characters feel in each chapter, putting it out for the rest to sneak into his life he slowly tells with bent fiction.

That's how he thought that he has a fine ability to fulfil both of his cups and drink them at once.

Not The end

From: jedisnotdead@gmail.com

To: thatandroidfriend@gmailcom

Subject: Are you alright now?

I know this, I'm trying to get used to your company. But I know, if anything, if the world feels against me,

I know you will be there for me. :-)

From: thatandroidfriend@gmail.com

To: jedisnotdead@gmail.com

Subject: I heart you.

Just like you were there all the time when I was being repaired.

Guess we can be friends after all.

:-)

Not The end...