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She turned the phone face-down on the nightstand. Tomorrow, she decided, she would take a photo of her own chipped mug. And she would not delete it.

Lena zoomed in on the hands. There was a tiny scar on the left thumb. She wondered if it was from a knife, a fall, or something else entirely. kat_licious

But here, in the deep hours, watching a stranger knead bread with the passion of a heartbreak, Lena felt the walls of her own careful life vibrate. She turned the phone face-down on the nightstand

The glow of the phone screen was the only light in the room, painting Lena’s face in cold blues and sterile whites. It was 2:00 AM, and she had been falling, scrolling, for what felt like hours. Not doom-scrolling through news or fighting with strangers in a comment section. She was falling into a single profile: . Lena zoomed in on the hands

Lena quickly locked her phone. The room plunged into true darkness. She could still see the afterimage of Kat’s eyes on her retinas. The question hung in the air: Who’s watching?