Romance between two characters living thousands of miles apart. Our characters would have first met through a forum about 3 years ago, and have been dating for a year now.
At first they were just talking in a group of friends, but often found they chatted more to each other then the others as they were the quieter pair in the friendship circle. Eventually they just started calling one another, and spending more and more time chatting as they grew closer and closer.
Obviously this will start with the call they're currently in, then progress to him finally coming over to see her having been saving up for over a year as they always intended to meet as friends, even before dating.
All characters are at least 18.
Fergus sat in his bedroom, deep green eyes gazing at the screen of his laptop computer before he closed them for a brief moment. It was 1am for him currently, though he had no plans of going to sleep any time soon. He didn't need to, nor did he really want to do so.
Leaning back in his computer chair now, he couldn't help but glance around his bedroom. His room was rather simple, and it always had been. His walls were cream, carpet and curtains both a deep blue. His bed pushed in the far right corner, he was currently perched on his computer chair with his computer on the desk. On his desk sat a large sweet jar, which had been washed out and was now about half-full of money, from 20p pieces up op to £20 notes. The front had pink paper attached to it, which simply had "To see her" written upon it.
His fingers brushed against a locked wooden box which sat on his desk, around the size of a typical briefcase. This had her name engraved on the lid, a love-heart surrounding it. Inside were the letters and photos she'd sent to him, and every night when he couldn't call her her, the young man would sit and read each letter. He could imagine her voice, and it warmed his heart.
His attention was broken as he heard the familiar call incoming jingle of Skype, and he saw her name pop up, along with the selfie that caught the beautiful face he was so deeply in love with. He didn't even think as he clicked to answer, this motion so deeply ingrained in his mind, his heart, his soul.
"How's my favourite person?" He spoke as a greeting, waving at her with the big, goofy smile on his face that only she seemed to draw out. His voice was full of joy and happiness at seeing her. Despite it being so late in his country, he was wide awake now. He reached out as normal, so his fingers were touching the screen. His always did this, as though hoping to one day reach through and take her by the hand.
He loved her so fucking much, it hurt they were so far away from each other. Smiling at her, he couldn't help but hope she'd gotten the gift he'd sent across to her. The parcel was marked for her to not open it until this date, and he wondered if she had stuck to it.. The parcel contained a necklace, a card and a teddy bear he'd owned for years that she'd often said she liked when it could be seen in photos or Skype calls. The locket of the necklace was engraved with her name and his own, and when opened it had a photo of him on one side, and of her on the other.