i couldnt sleep for a long time. i thought only of his face, the one i'd cast sideways glances at through middle school, the one Scarlett and i had studied in yearbook after yearbook. and later, the one in the picture that was tucked in the mirror in her bedroom, of Scarlett and him at the lake just weeks earlier, water glittering behind them. the way her head rested on his shoulder, his hand on her knee. the way he looked at her, and not at the camera, when i pushed the red button, the flash lighting them up in front of me.