Hard to (Un)Follow

A Drabble

“Bastard,” Emma mutters, closing Instagram and tossing her phone aside. The arrogant prick can’t help but show off, constantly posting professional-grade photos of himself doing fabulous things in fabulous places, certain she’ll be suitably impressed. Today he’s on top of some fucking mountain in Asia.

Groaning in frustration, she strokes the cat in her lap — his bloody cat — and reaches for the phone again, determined that this time she’ll finally hit ‘Unfollow’.

Instead, she finds herself scrolling again. Then she’s typing. “Looking good, babe. Sebastian and I miss you lots. #comehomesoon.”

The response is almost instant.

“Do I know you?”

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