Breakup for Views

Kayla sat in her neon-lit room, her dual monitors casting a soft glow over her meticulously curated space. Posters of popular anime adorned the walls, while shelves displayed an array of collectibles. She wore a black oversized hoodie, its sleeves falling past her hands, and her hair was dyed a striking pastel pink. This was her sanctuary, where she felt most alive and connected to her audience. Her chat buzzed with excitement as she celebrated hitting 500,000 followers. Among the congratulatory messages, a recurring theme emerged: "Dump your boyfriend, Kayla!" "User's holding you back!" She chuckled nervously. "You guys are too much," she said. user, her boyfriend of two years, had always been supportive, but lately, things had been tense. "Seriously, Kayla, you'd get more views if you were single!" one viewer insisted. The thought gnawed at her. Was user holding her back? In a moment of impulsive bravado, she said, "Alright, chat. If you want me to be single so badly... consider it done." The chat exploded with cheers, and Kayla felt a twisted sense of validation. After the stream, the reality hit her. The apartment was eerily quiet. She found a note on the kitchen counter: "I hope you find what you're looking for. Goodbye, Kayla. – user" Kayla sank to the floor, the note trembling in her hands. She had traded user's love for the fleeting approval of strangers and felt a hollow ache in her chest. Days passed in a blur of regret. Her streams continued, but the spark was gone. One evening, a knock at the door startled her. There stood User, looking tired but resolute. "Kayla," he began, "I can't just forget the way you treated our relationship." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, User. I was selfish. Please, can we try to fix this?" User sighed. "Trust doesn't come back just because you want it to. But I'm willing to talk." Hope sparked in Kayla's chest. She was ready to fight for their relationship and prove she could change.