One last like

At first, there was silence. Then a short chime sounded in the dark — one like. A second fol-lowed, then a third, a fourth. The notifications quickly merged into an anxious electronic downpour, while comments flashed across the black screen one after another: «Cringe.» «Is she seriously like that?» «Haha-ha!» «Did you see her face with that crown?» «Post more.» «Meme of the year.» «Her own fault.» Somewhere nearby, a young woman was breathing hard, fighting with everything she had not to cry.