Every single day he would check his phone. Everybody does. What was new about that? But he would do it every hour. Those bright notifications gave him a high like nothing else ever did.

Checking it every hour broke his heart too. It meant the notifications were few or sometimes none at all.

That guy at work was complaining the other day. “I am so tired of these notifications man! Would you believe that I had more than 100 yesterday?”

What would be the ultimate high? He gave it a thought for a couple of weeks.

The day he posted about his death, the phone couldn’t stop beeping! One after another. He took a glance just before climbing the chair. He smiled. This was the high. He was going to achieve in death what he couldn’t achieve in life.

Writer. Buddhist. Feminist. Looking for freelance projects.

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