The mouse cursor is hopelessly in love with you. He always tries to reach out to you but fails. One day he finally gets out of that damn monitor and he’s happy, he’s heading right towards you, he thinks he’ll be able to embrace you with his small corners. Your eyes widen in fear not expecting this. The cursor is headed towards your eye. You scream as it’s point hits you pupil. But the cursor is happy, he’s finally together with his true love. Oh how little that time together will be...