Kat_licious -

She tapped the story highlights. The first circle was labeled “ raw .” Inside were shaky clips of city lights blurring past a car window, a snippet of a vintage synth song Lena didn’t recognize, a close-up of a cat’s eye, and a ten-second loop of rain hitting a skylight. No face. Just a mood.

She realized, with a jolt, that she wasn’t watching Kat at all. She was watching a version of herself she had been too afraid to become. And in doing so, she had forgotten that the person on the other side of the screen was just as lonely, just as curious, and maybe just as scared of being truly seen. kat_licious

She imagined Kat, somewhere in a similarly dark room, scrolling through her own analytics. Seeing a single username— lena_scribbles —hovering over her stories at 2:00 AM, night after night. Not liking, not commenting. Just… looking. She tapped the story highlights

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. Just a mood

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?