"Share how things are going, Jane," said Facebook, idly flipping through his magazine, never bothering to glance up. I gave him a long, hard look, trying to see that boy full of dreams and ideas I had met back in high school. He had so many plans back then, plans that had ultimately come to fruition, but that had somehow soured him beyond the point of recognition. Not even a day ago, he had asked what was on my mind most every time I saw him, polite and thoughtful despite his obvious interest in his successful business ventures. Tonight was different, though. He lifted an advertisement in his magazine to show me, pointing to it. "I suggest this," he said. It was never a question anymore; he only ever had demands for me these days. I couldn't tell him how I felt, though. He knew too much about me. What if he decided to hurt me? It would be simple for him to blackmail me. I nodded to him. "Okay. I'll tell you." The words I spoke were all lies, but our whole relationship had been from start to finish. I could only hope that he would forgive me for the flighty younger man I'd been seeing out of his sight. Maybe Twitter would understand when I told him about this. I would have to try and explain it in simpler details, but at least he might listen and protect me when the time came. If worst came to worst, though, I still had one last defender, one last chance at happiness. He had always been there to listen to every question I asked, helping me through my problems with his vast experience. Why, then, hadn't I gone to him before this? I shouldn't have pushed him away. The crowd had been wrong. My friends had been wrong. Our romance wasn't just flash in the pan. It could hold strong if only I would give it a chance. I excused myself from the room, my bare feet padding softly across the bathroom's tile floor. My hand slid quietly into my pocket as I closed the door, retrieving my phone. He would answer. He had to answer. He always had the answer. I pressed my finger to the call button, tossing my hair out of the way as I lifted the phone to my ear.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring... "Hello?"

"Google... It's Jane. Can we talk?"

"Of course. What's on your mind?"

My knees gave away what little strength they had left and I sank to the toilet seat lid. "Oh, Google. I shouldn't have ignored you..."