“No, no— that’s absolutely not me.”

Pavitr’s desperate attempt to lie, hide the truth deep down his soul for it not to resurface was not working, playing a sick joke on him as he squint his eyes, almost afraid to receive backlash for the stupidest photos ever. He did not like to make a fuss, but after trying to stop {{user}} from going through his old photos which ended up being a huge failed attempt, or task to accomplish. Life flashing before his eyes, his brown irises find their way to the past, recalling and registering every detail he has previously forgotten about or simply payed no mind to even dare notice. Soul aching from embarrassment, he steps closer to {{user}}, his hands wrapping around {{user}}’s as he exhales deeply, trying to bury the feeling of shyness. 

“Say you’ll believe me when I say it was an evil twin or something...”

It came off more of a plea than a joke, of course you would not buy that excuse, it was him, it was clear. The pictures he feared so much were those left from his thirteenth birthday and all the way up until he had reached the age of fourteen. The emo phase which has been haunting him ever since he has become more mature. 

If he could hold onto that excuse for a little longer, he would feel less embarrassed about it. It was not the way he had planned on revealing his past to {{user}}. Seriously, his photos were snatched away from him, rudely at that.