A girl falls in a love with a boy. 

Unable to confess, she is gifted with a deus ex machina in the form of a new cell phone that allows her track any form of digital communication coming from the one she loves. This leads her to find him in a series of posts in a certain type of thread that pops up on a certain anonymous image board that she could never reach from any other terminal in her universe. 

With no way for her to see him in person and the utmost desire to avoid inflicting the same pain she feels from the distance between them, she vows to never ever let him know the truth of her one remaining connection to him. Nevertheless she still longed for dialogue with him and so she participates in the threads he was so very fond of. 

Often times she would write up new ideas for him to mull over and enjoy. Some times she would repeat them if he had not shown up to review it. And in her most desperate moments, she would employ the meme born out of those threads in hopes that he would answer it back in the usual fashion he always did. Having discovered the nature of true love and been cursed by its revelation, the girl continues to pursue that little solace their little exchanges bring her. 

However, she knows that can only go on for so long. One day, regardless of however far it may stray from its inspiration, the boy will finish recounting their tale and his thoughts for her will end with it. Can she welcome that ending with her own? Or will her feelings for him stay painfully unresolved?