She looked at his phone for the third time, wondering why it no longer had their picture as his wallpaper and screensaver. During their first year, it would change every time they had a good picture together, but recently, all she could see was anything except for them.
She planned to secretly change it, but when she pressed for her initials—his passkey before—the phone refused it.
C'mon, self. It's his phone, she thought. But deep inside her, she wondered why. She never changed her passkey, his initials; and her wallpaper, them.
"Hey," he said, getting his phone, "What are you up to?"
"Why did you change your passkey and your screensaver?" she asked. "Are you sick of me already?"
"Stop overthinking," he remarked. "Can't I change my own phone's settings now?"
She smiled. "Of course, you do."
He went to hold her hand, but her mind wandered everywhere. She gave a million sighs that day, but he didn't notice . . . she felt that none mattered to him anyway.
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
