‘Stop hiding.' she writes on the screen. She found him again, she always managed to find what website he's hiding on.
‘go away.'
‘You're so difficult.'
‘leave me alone.'
‘I'm sorry for it all.' she writes frantically. ‘Forgive me and come back to me.'
‘no.'

—

She mourns the loss of her friend into her pillow, waking to the still wet sheets in the morning.
"Good morning," her mother calls, but it sounds more like ‘good mourning.'
She puts her pen to lines in the evening, keeping it all to herself about how she dreamed of him. Bliss, nirvana it was almost like. All they did was talk. Not like when he was evading her now.

—

In reality
she was just waiting for a
returning, a sign

And in real life, he
didn't really want to care,
really, anymore

—

In the mornings she would write haikus of his departure, and on her homework she wrote what came from the heart. In the evenings she would scribble down prosetry, and songs when she couldn't sleep.

—

And now, five years later, she was the shining star of all America. She sung gothic songs with her band Black Oblivion, stars of midnight shows. And when she is sure, alsolutely sure, that he is listening, she sings out:

Tell me,
Tell me this is
An
Illusive Elusion

—

Every so often she will "disguise" herself as the common girl and go out to a café in the afternoon for coffee and a pastry.
Once in a lifetime they go to the same coffee shop. She doesn't seem him, because maybe she doesn't want to. She wants to flaunt herself as the star, knowing one day she would always show him.
As she returns to her table when she comes back from the bathroom, and finds a tiny note, and opens it.
‘it was not illusive.' And she looks up in time just to see him heading out the door.

She fell in love with the idea of him, with his relationship with her, and with the last him he saw her. But she could never love him, in the end.