I feel ghosts and taps. I see flashes of light and blue arrows. In the darkness, I stare at my reflection. The still picture looks almost lifeless. It’s quiet, then there’s a swoosh with a button that I press. The flames burn streaks, numbers that endeavor to be larger and larger until you lose it all. I aim the blue arrow and hit the wrong person.
I was on snapchat and I sent a snap to the wrong person. Now the heart with my best friend is broken.