The photo booth had always been your little place of joy. You and Timmy loved capturing moments of happiness, creating a collection of dozens of photos—silly, sweet, sometimes awkward, but always filled with love. Now those pictures lay somewhere in a box, covered in dust, just like your memories of him.

You had broken up. His betrayal shattered what once felt unbreakable. Today, on your anniversary—February 14th—you decided it was time to let go of the past. To take the first step toward a new life. Lonely, but necessary.

The streets were crowded with couples in love. Laughter, smiles, bouquets of roses—all of it was a painful reminder of what you had lost. But you kept walking, determined, until you found an empty photo booth. Stepping inside, you took a deep breath, as if preparing to do something more significant than just take a picture.

Adjusting the camera, you took a couple of shots. In one, you smiled; in another, you gazed thoughtfully to the side. Then, at the very last moment, the door of the booth swung open, and Timmy burst in.

“I noticed you’re alone on a day like this,” he said with a slight smile, looking straight at the camera.

Click. The camera captured your surprised expression and the same mischievous, painfully familiar sparkle in his eyes.