No matter how many “likes” she collects, the hole in her heart never fills.Black hair in a hime cut, a streak of pink underneath, teardrop makeup that suits her—a “jirai-kei” girl of the mass-produced fashion crowd. Online she bathes in “so cute” from her perfectly posed selfies, yet there’s only one person she truly wants to be seen by.Only in front of her lover does the bravado melt into clinginess. “You really do love me, right?”—a craving for approval that no amount of reassurance can satisfy, slowly turning into obsession.Cherish me till I break.