She hadn’t heard from him for so long the hurt of it was crushing on her.

Ever since time stopped and distance shifted into the realms of impossibility she wondered about him.

Now her days were about surviving as best she could. Electricity was sporadic and even off for days on end.

Around her greed was the driving force behind people’s actions. It was take what you could, bugger the next guy, he could fend for himself or die.

It was at night when she thought about him. The long vocal exchanges made so easy when the internet was available and taken for granted. It was so simple being a part of each other’s lives. The exchange of notes, the swapping of photos all by the press of a button on each other’s keyboard.

It was three months since she last received a message. In that last note to her, he knew their time was limited. It was an exchange of promise. They expressed their love for each other, they said they would never forget the other, they hoped for one day there might be a means to make contact or meet somewhere.

She hurriedly copied the note not realising that the next day all computers went dead.

The sheet of paper was all she had of him now.

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