My friend has taken a liking to photography, always taking photos on her phone, Polaroid , whatever has a camera she'll use.
She normally just drifted around without purpose.
I mean I introduced her to the hobby so it's my fault.
There is no one to blame but me.
It went like this;
We were walking through the hallway when she turns to me "I've been so bored lately,"
she complains while brushing the hair out of my face.
I glance over, "maybe you should take up a hobby like art?"
I mention while pushing her hands away.
She winces as if I hurt her feelings, "I've tried that but I could only paint the same thing over and over."
"What about photography?"
I shouldn't have said it
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She shouldn't have agreed.
SNAP.
You could here her camera click a mile away it seemed.
She wanted the first picture to be of me, "Come on please?"
"Fine."
SNAP.
I shouldn't have agreed.
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.
She shouldn't have asked.
Every single day, she'd want another photo of me, and every single day I let her.
She invited me over to study, of course I'd go we were friends.
She pardoned herself to use the bathroom, as soon as she left I notice a small photo under her bed.
Maybe she dropped it?
I grabbed it and took a look at it.
It was numbered with yesterdays date.
It was me, I wasn't surprised about that.
But how'd she get a photo of me sleeping last night.
I look up and she's there with her camera connected to its strap on her neck.
I push back and hit the wall behind me
I know this is it.
And all I hear is a
SNAP.
