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Her own profile loaded. 147 photos. But the download wasn't for the public grid. VSCO’s “download profile” feature was a data coffin—it exported every DM, every half-written caption, every deleted comment, every location tag from a place she’d promised herself she’d never revisit.

She tapped the notification. VSCO, clunky and forgotten, opened to a sparse profile page. E.L. had no photos, no reposts, no grid. Just a bio that read: archivist. vsco profile download

In the photo: a pair of sneakers dangling over dark water. The caption, never published, still lived in the metadata: “He said he’d jump if I didn’t love him back. I didn’t. He didn’t. But I still watched the water for an hour.” Her own profile loaded

A chill that had nothing to do with the floor ran up her spine. She tried to remember her old password. TidePool99. She was in. And below it

The reply came in three seconds. Not a message. A photo. E.L. had uploaded their first image: a screenshot of Mira’s old metadata. The location stamp. The timestamp. And below it, a new caption typed in bold:

The pier. August 14th, three years ago. The last photo she’d taken before she stopped posting.

She typed: Why did you download my profile?