I tapped on her profile and saw her story. "Memories" it read. Curiosity overwhelmed me and I stayed around to see what was on her camera roll. Bad idea. First 3 pictures were randomly taken of places like the mall, of her friends, that kind of stuff. The 4th picture made my heart sink. I could feel my heart as it broke into two, yet I also felt a sense of fluster, feeling butterflies in my stomach. It pained me to see him on her story. I took a quick screenshot, my fingers gliding down the side of my phone searching for the two volume and close button. My fingers didn't stop there, they don't click the close button, they moved away from the screen and I continued to watch. Everything seemed fine, until I saw a close up picture of him, staring into the camera. A look of lust in his eyes stirred in them, it both captivated and broke me inside. I wasn't the one he had eyes for. That was one thing I realized even though it has been blatantly shown. He had a pouch covering the spot in between his legs. I somehow got that message. My jaw unhinged and they were left agape in awe. I haven't seen this side of him, nor will I ever. My hand lifted up to cover my mouth as I stared at the sight of him. My face had a flush of red and suddenly I was a red tomato. That is until I realize who he is looking at, and then I connected the dots.
