Unfollowed
Time as we know it remains a subject of confusion for the many others here. A lot of souls are lost to the ever-ticking clock of
"The Globe."
Aaron freed himself when he woke up on a cold morning. One notification:
Prepare for an exciting trip with the travellers on the Globe, as we are explore exotic places never seen before.
He thought of two or three reasons to comment, and all lives entangled on the main server to witness the traveller's journey to Vietnam.
Aaron didn't know what exactly came over him when he switched off his device. And he deleted "the Globe." A social network connecting every single life on planet Earth at the time. And when one deletes the Globe, one deletes his life.
Where's Aaron?
In a grey park land, the day after. He woke up on a fallen swing set feeling the grass on his head, there were no others there.
"Hey, you're awake." A boy with charcoal-colored hair and stiff grey eyes spoke to him.
"Welcome to the real world."
There was a bird in the distance that flew close to him. A blue bird without bright colors. And the cold blew all over the grass.
Aaron didn't speak he just watched. He felt free, and the boy said, "the others will end up here, but when they do..."
He broke the silence, "when they do?'"
"When they do, they would make fine skeletons for the park land."
And there was a clock half broken from far into park land.
"Come I'll show you the others." The boy said. And Aaron followed suit.
— MJ