She decided to click. Her heart was chasing against her right index finger that struggled to release the click without moving the cursor. The struggle was real. Difficult. Love trickled down her temples. Oops, that was sweat. Am I nervous? Or am I curious? Move! Don’t click. Drag the damn cursor. Someone please kidnap this mouse please! Her computer slave obliged. The monitor rendered her shattered dream in 1440 HD print. The couple winked at the camera before stealing a naughty kiss. Her heart pounded. Harder than ever before. The music of her life crippled its strings. Her heart trembled to pat the next beat, for the fear of the owner’s wrath and agony. Thud, she fell down. Wake up! Wake up honey otherwise your doc will write a report on me. But she had to live on! She must live to see the long due happiness that was still waiting for her consent.
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