The Photos
He wanted
to send her a message, to tell her to stop posting those photos on her
Instagram, which he considered thirst traps, those suggestive photos that
showed some of her skin, like her legs and thighs, or her shoulders, or her back,
not because they were unattractive or not pretty but because they made him
restless… restless because he couldn’t be with her and caress those skin she
was showing.
But then,
why would she talk to him? Why would she read his message? Why would she listen
to him? He would just scare her. A message from him to her would just make her
run away from him—screaming.
So, he
couldn’t do anything but whine to himself while looking at her photos. And this just crossed his mind—for whom those photos were?
And the
thought just made him more restless—and made him squirm more underneath his
grave.

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