I fiddle with my phone while lying on the bed. I'm not sleepy at all, just all alone in a dark room.

Work ended today too. I didn't talk to anyone; I just carried products, lined them up, said 'Good work,' and that was it. Nothing fun happened at all.

I open the social media app. A hangout for depressed youth. Even as I scroll the screen, it's all similar posts. 'I'm not needed by anyone.' 'I want to be loved.' Strings of words like that are all that catch my eye.

I'm pretty much the same, though.

I don't know what I should post, so I just flick the screen aimlessly and post a selfie with a caption.

Please pick me up. I'll follow back anyone I'm interested in who likes this.

Somehow, for no real reason, just that.

A few minutes later, a notification rings. One like.

Ah, I got a like.

That's it. It's just that one thing, but my heart skipped a little beat.

I tap to see the profile. It's an icon I've never seen before, but I felt it instinctively. This person is the one. I can't explain it well, but...

...I'll pick this person.

Even if I look like I'm not thinking, I was thinking properly. This person is going to pick me up.

Holding a mix of excitement and anxiety, I open the DM screen and start typing words.

"Thanks for the like." "I'm here to pick you up because I was interested." "Since you liked that post..." "Does that mean you'll pick me up?" "Let's be close."