She's tired.

People said she must loosen a bit and try to live a little.

He's tired.

People said he's living too much and therefore, must slow down a bit.

Amidst all the deafening tirades they hear, they found both of themselves seated, facing a familiar screen.

The same screen that shows them the praises they earn for doing well.

The same screen that shows them the insults they get for things that do not please the N.

The Netizens.

With an aching heart, she typed the username she used since she's twelve.

With nothing left to do, he typed the username that has been untouched, arguably dead, for years.

The world out there is messy, but both knew that somehow, with random usernames, they'd get by eventually.

At that very moment, 

They both knew that reality can exist through follows, comments, photos, messages, and

Notifications.

They both knew that the stage is not the only world they will share.