Gone. Not in a bang, not in a flash, but in an instance. There came silence, silence, dead silence for what felt like an eternity but was truly only a day. Every person on the world vanished, then returned to scream as if the sky itself was falling upon them.
The first post, written with enough conjunctions to signify a user who knew little English yet still pushed through as per the forum’s mandating, was clipped and panicked. Where was he, it cried. He disappeared, it cried. There was no sign of him, it cried. It cried and cried, and the green name could hardly contain its emotions: where did King go.
Names without color flew in. He’s a person, some cried. What if he’s hurt, some cried. This is all a lie, some cried. Disbelief, arguments, screaming and screaming and screaming. Leave him alone. Find him. He’ll be back soon. Leave him alone. Find him. He’ll be back soon. The sky is falling, they cried. The sky is falling.
A boy, sat in a coffee shop, fingers digging into his laptop, stopped to answer his phone.
“Ah? Brianna? Of course, I’m at the same spot as always! See you soon!”
