Monophobia is the fear of being alone. As you've probably guessed, this is a romance story. A pretty sad one too. I took inspiration from the title from xXArtheusEthermoreXx because of his Thantophobia story. So, Props to him 'n' stuff.
LEETTSSSS GE...
Luke sat in his bedroom, alone as always. Apart from his best friend, Elizabeth. He hadn't met Liz before, she was a friend from another country. He was British and she was Australian.
Luke was monophobic, so he hated being alone all the time, but he was also sociophobic, so he was basically fucked. He could only talk to people online, and he ONLY talked to Liz.
He messaged her.
L: Hey.
E:...
E:Heya.
L: What are you doing?
E:...
E: Eating, why?
L: Jw. [Jw is Just Wondering, if you didn't know =3]
E:Hey...
L:...
L: Yea?
E: We've known eachother for a while now...
E: Do you think we should meet-up?
E: My family and I are visiting Britain next month, and I'd love to be able to see you!
Luke was in shock.
L:...
L: YEA!!
E: :D
~NEXT MONTH~
Luke layed in his bed, in his underwear, snuggling in the covers. He heard a knock on his apartment door. He got up and groaned, going to the door.
He opened it, forgetting he was in his underwear.
Liz looked up and down at him.
'Oh'
'My'
'God.'
Her face was red, and she burst out laughing.
He covered himself with the door, his face Crimson Red.
'WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?!'
'You said I could visit you.'
'HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE I LIVE?!'
She tapped her nose twice.
'That's creepy.'
She grinned.
She pushed the door, coming in.
'This place looks like a pig sty.'
'CLEAN IT. NOW.'
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