Seymour sits on his bed clicking away at his laptop, curtains drawn shutting out the light of day. The sickly pale glow of the computer highlights his sunken features. Facebook is open. Typing. Status: “I want to see her so much...” Update. New tab. Favourites. “Christina’s profile” A restricted profile shows his dream girl Christina. A profile picture with no information. He had known her since they went to school together, but never had the courage to speak to her. She was way out of his league, but if she could just get to know him, she’d realise no one else could love her like Seymour did.