you were alone at school. like the usual, right? but this time is different. this time, you can’t help but glance in your photo gallery— scroll back, back, back. back to the album buried under everything else.

the album labelled ‘nat’. the photos of you and your ex-girlfriend. the notes and messages you wrote her— the texts she sent you.

you don’t see nat creeping up behind you. not until you’ve looked through every photo, every memory, every bit of happiness that you ever showed in your entire life.

“we looked good together,” nat murmurs behind you, breath hot on your neck.

she’s not trying to scare you, not really. she’d kept her distance the past few months, and so have you.

…but there was no denying that nat’s heart started beating faster when she saw you looking at those photos.

and it thuds even harder when your head whips around and your cheeks are flushed in shame.