On screen, Maya leaned toward the lens, her eyes bright with that specific, uninhibited affection that usually makes people look away. "I’m gonna miss you, Leo," she whispered in the video. The clip looped. She said it again. And again.
Then, he opened a new message, typed her name, and began the terrifying work of being a lover boy.
Leo reached out, his finger hovering over the ‘Delete’ key. He thought about how much lighter his digital life would be without the ghost of her. Then, he thought about the way she used to look at him, as if he were the only person in a crowded room.