She sits in the dim light, her laptop open, scrolling through the faces of strangers. She's looking for something, someone, to fill the emptiness inside her. She types out a message, a plea, a desperate cry into the void. 'Why don't you already follow me?' she writes, her heart pounding. She waits, hoping, praying for a response, for a connection. But the screen remains blank, and she's left alone, her body aching, her heart yearning for something more.