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Crowley laid comfortable across an aubergine armchair, laptop resting on his hipbones, one leg swept over the other casually, his right foot gently tapping the air along the rhythm of his favourite song. He was waiting.
Every evening, he opened an online private chat-room. He'd log in as 'D' and every evening he'd wait patiently for his good friend 'L' to join him.
On the other side of the world, Elliott woke up, yawning and stretching his limbs. His blonde hair was a total mess. He reached for his laptop on the floor beside his bed with teal sheets.
He sat upright and made himself comfortable in the corner of his bed, resting his back against a wall, cross-legged. He put his laptop where it belonged; on his lap, he logged in on his favourite chat-room using the letter 'L' as his user name as he did every morning.
That is how it had always been. They both sat quietly in their room, illuminated