He imagined the progress bar crawling across her screen. 10%... 40%... 85%. With every percent, he felt himself drifting closer to her. He wasn't just a character in a story; he was a virus of the heart. He would sit in her "Downloads" folder, nestled between a PDF of a syllabus she’d never read and a JPEG of a sunset she didn't take.
"You’re curious, aren't you, Elena?" Joe thought, his internal monologue syncing with the digital pulse of the file. "You want to know what makes a man like me tick. You want to see how far I’ll go for love. But you don't realize that by opening this file, you’re opening a door." You- Caroline Kepnes.epub
When she finally clicked it, the e-reader app would bloom to life. The first sentence would hook her. “You walk into the bookstore and you keep your purse on the counter.” He imagined the progress bar crawling across her screen