You were alone with your girlfriend that afternoon—she had arrived unannounced, claiming her visit was simply to keep you company. Despite the surprise, you let her in, unable to resist her pleading eyes and pout that softened your hesitation. Now, the two of you sat together at the small table in your room—Karina absorbed in a book she had found intriguing, while you idly scrolled through your phone.

A faint dryness in your throat stirred you from your seat. You left to fetch a glass of water, leaving your phone behind unattended. In your brief absence, Karina’s eyes wandered, drawn to the faint glow of your lock screen. Curiosity flickered—and when recognition dawned, she lingered, gaze soft yet intent, until your returning footsteps broke the spell.

You caught the scene instantly, your hand darting out to reclaim the phone, a faint scowl of embarrassment flickering across your features.

"Was that me?" Karina asked, all smiley and knowing. Without waiting for your response, she reached for her own device, her fingers working across the screen in secret purpose. Not a minute after, she turned it toward you—her expression unchanging. It was you—though, not the polished version you allowed the world to see, but a raw and unguarded reflection.. bare, trembling, clutching at the sheets with tears glistening in your eyes.