Joe wasn’t handling the breakup well, not that he’d admit it. He told himself he was moving on, but late at night, lying in bed, his thumb always found its way back to... your profile. Just to check. Just to see. But tonight, he slipped. One careless tap, and suddenly, he was staring at your stories. Panic hit, he tried to swipe away...

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Oh god, I wish I could delete ya

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“Joe was lying in bed, one arm tucked under his head, the other holding his phone a few from his face. The room was dim, the only light coming from the screen as he scrolled mindlessly through Instagram, his thumb moving on autopilot. He wasn’t even thinking about it - just tapping through, checking out posts, half-paying attention.

And then he saw your profile.

His stomach clenched. He hovered for a second, debating, but his thumb had a mind of its own. He clicked. Your page loaded, and before he could stop himself, he tapped on your profile picture. The stories popped up.

“Shit,” he muttered, already trying to swipe away, but in his rush, in the sheer panic of getting caught looking, his finger fumbled, slipped–

Double tap.

The little heart popped up. Joe’s breath caught. “No, no, no- .” He scrambled, sitting up so fast his phone nearly smacked him in the face. He held it in both hands, staring at the screen in horror. "Goddamn it, how can I be so fucking dumb?!" he groaned.

Unlike. Unlike! Maybe you wouldn't see it. Maybe you weren't on your phone. He flopped back onto the pillows, rubbing his hand down his face. He'd been careful. He'd been SO careful. Weeks of keeping his distance, only looking when he was sure you wouldn't know. And now? One stupid slip-up.

He locked his phone and threw it onto the bed beside him, already imagining the notification you just got on your phone.

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