Fiction

  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #4

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    I booked this trip weeks ago thinking that if I was physically out of his reach, then he would miss me.

    I imagine him waiting for me to bring him his favorite afternoon snack or calling my phone and realizing that I could not help him review the grammar of his English essay.

    I just want him to feel that void. Hurt you a little bit just enough for him to love me back.

    Well, I am now at the highest peak of Hong Kong, seeing a stunning view of the city’s skyline and I am not happy.

    I miss you.

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    Hong Kong #wanderlust #travel

  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #2

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    The cupcake I’ve ordered arrives. It is a chocolate cupcake with mint-flavored green frosting, chocolate chips and strings of chocolate syrup on top. It’s carefully laid down on a dainty little embroidered cloth. It’s like this cupcake place is made for Instagram.

    It’s Instaworthy.

    I immediately get my phone from my old Jansport on a seat beside me. I try my best to get the best angle, shooting from every possible position. I try to shoot from the top, from the bottom, from the side and up close.

    As I was about to tap on my phone screen, someone walks by in the background, which ruins everything.

    It is him. With someone. A girl, who’s not his sister or his cousin.

    I should know because she is his girlfriend.

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  • Confessions of an Instagrammer

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    I wake up in the morning and the first thing that I do is take a selfie. 15 minutes later, I finally take a good shot. A shot that’s perfect in a way. Maybe not that perfect, but I do hope that it gets likes from my followers, at least a like from him.

    I try different filters on my photo. Each displaying the same face in a different light. I choose Walden since it gives an “I care about what people say but it doesn’t show” feel. 

    I decide not to upload it anyway. I think he is still asleep at this time. 

    To be continued…