Coincidental Irony?

She would recount things, peering back into her past to the memories beyond. One thing she remembered that was especially vivid, was a boy named Aeyn. She saw Aeyn every week and she found something that drew her to him; something that would take over her cognitive ability and throw all sense into the wind. As weeks went on, there were periods where he would skip out on the weekly appearance that contributed so clearly to her routine, not bothering to show up and she would be left hanging.

Initially, she thought nothing of it, but as the odd week away became more frequent and turned into months, she began to question where he was and what he was doing. She felt herself become a little detached but after a while she quickly became preoccupied with other things.

She found herself soon giving up and thought little of it, until she made it to the seventh grade where she met a girl who had known him. Because of this uncertainty to his now unknown lifestyle, the association between the two girls sparked questions as to where he was and what he was up to. She would sit with these questions, having them bubble in the back corner of her mind, stewing and haunting her unconscious thinking.

She would find herself having strange dreams… maybe once every eight or nine months and for some reason, she always depicted the Aeyn of her dreams to have a disability; some sort of mental malfunction that moved him from a promising star child, to one who had to be cared for ceaselessly.

One night, she had another of these peculiar dreams and there he was: but this time the dream went a little further. She saw that he had been involved in a car accident which prompted some strange trauma to his mind and he was reduced to having no intelligent thought patterns; he could take nothing seriously, he always had a gawky, dazed giggle on his face and his eyes were devoid of intellect. She woke from this dream in a cold sweat, completely lost to the meaning and unsure of what to think, but to put it away and think little of it seemed to be the decision of safety, and that was the route she took.

But this, for some reason, did not satisfy her thoughts: what she had given up on long ago seemed to be resurfacing and it was beginning to drive her wild. She tried several ways of finding him, and one day she found one that worked.

What she had never realized was that for all those years, she had been spelling Aeyn’s name incorrectly… that alone must have prevented a leap into the right direction, but really she found him through a member of his family.

She found his profile but instead of a picture of himself, she found a poster for a concert: his portrait was hidden until she clicked on the poster. She saw the opportunity to see more of him, but as she sat, her fingers hovering above the mouse, unsure of whether or not to continue, she found herself wondering if it was really the best choice. She remained that way for several minutes, internally debating the view of who his new boy was, but in the end her desire won out. She wanted to be able to see him for who he really was now, claming her mind in the thinking that something dreadful could have happened to him. She clicked.

As the next picture began to load, she received an error message saying that the profile was unavailable and to try again in a few moments.

She stared at the screen for ten minutes, willing it to load faster, but after several moments she encountered a problem that made her heart sink while she laughed, both at the same time. Up popped a message that said that the link to his profile did not exist; and she was surprised at the disappointment she experienced.

Her mind went into a tizzy; she quit her internet, she restarted her computer: She attempted everything she could think of to try and make the program work: but nothing helped.

Here, she had found the guy she had been dreaming and unconsciously thinking about for years, she had finally learned how to spell his name and as soon as she was able to understand what was potentially going on in his life, Aeyn had deactivated his account.

She sat at her desk, staring at the screen. She shook her head and made a phone call.