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My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."

My skin crawled in desperation for him. The first week I started sending him memes during the day, but he didn’t really understand them, much like the emojis, and it took him a moment to pick up. I had a feeling his office may have been a little too stuffy, and memes weren’t a part of his everyday life like they were with mine. Jenna sent me a dozen a day. Baby Yoda memes were his favorite, and mine as well. His office, his life, had been too stuffy, and I was happy to be breathing life into him.

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

“I knew it! You’re so gone for him.” “I am not,” I protested automatically, but it sounded weak even to me. We spent the next hour like that—laughing, gossiping, dissecting every viral moment. Stella showed me the memes someone had edited Nicholas’s bloody smirk with the caption “touch her and you die”, the slow-motion edits, the thirsty comments from strangers who now knew my name. It was overwhelming and terrifying and—God help me—a tiny bit exhilarating. For a little while, surrounded by pastries and Stella’s teasing, I almost felt normal.

“**Is it just me, or does anyone else think Ray and Liliana planned this whole thing? Too convenient. #PowerCoupleGoals**” But it wasn’t just the serious discussions that dominated the conversation. Memes began circulating within minutes—snapshots of the kiss with exaggerated captions like “**When you know you just won at life**” and gifs of Lilly walking confidently out of the boardroom with captions like “**Me leaving a toxic group chat**.” The internet was having a field day, and Lilly’s bold move only fueled the frenzy.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

“Who do you think you’re looking down on! It’s just a mobile game—let’s play!” Yvonne timidly raised her hand. “I’m okay, but I can only play a mage. Is that fine?” Goselle looked a bit smug. “Hehe, I’m versatile! You pick first!” I was surprised. “Wow, Goselle, you actually play games!” “Hehe, I have to keep up with the younger generation. If I don’t understand some gaming memes online, I can’t sleep. So I just learned to play.” Everyone understood—Goselle, as a comedian, couldn’t afford to miss jokes or memes, especially now that Honor of Kings was so popular and often mentioned on shows.

You expect the ugly comments, and you get plenty of those, but it’s the small things that catch you off guard. Within forty-eight hours, the memes had spread like wildfire. My face was cropped and pasted next to Eloise’s wedding portraits, captioned with disgusting jokes about "the country girl who didn't know her place." Someone had even compiled a fake pregnancy timeline, tracing back the dates to "prove" that my baby couldn't belong to anyone but Weston Thayer. A woman at the farmers market who used to buy peonies from me every Saturday, suddenly finding somewhere else to shop.

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."