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I thought opening it to only see the send had only send a video and images which makes me wonder what this could be. Because it's the third time already that I would be sent a image like this and a video from an unknown number only to load them and see animals or different Ad's been sent. Thought of deleting it but my curiosity got the better if me making me load them while waiting patiently for it to finish loading. Before I could minimize it for another app, if has already notify me which made me open the message only for me to come across the most unbelievable thing ever. WTF?!.... TBC

I can stop myself from sleeping for a while, it's just that I don't know what to do and I don't have the need for anything tonight. The sound of the smartphone made me open my eyes again, I decided to check what had just happened on the smartphone. "Oh my God ... Oh my God, is this for real?" My body was half sitting on the bed, I was silent for a moment staring at the lit smartphone screen. A notification flashed in the notification bar. Some of them area social media account named Levin Gaillard who followed back and several messages he sent. I was silent for a few moments, my eyes didn't even blink when I saw the notification.

Nothing more. The phone sat there, still buzzing intermittently as more notifications came through. I reached the sofa and looked down at the screen, and my world tilted sideways. The notification was from a messaging app, and while I couldn't see the full content of the message, I could see the thumbnail image attached to it. A photo. Clear and unmistakable despite its small size on the preview screen. Kyle. Kissing another woman.

1 Message Received from Joan “ Couz! Have you seen Gil’s post on instagram?” She texted. “ Couz, you know that I don’t have an instagram account.” I replied. “ Wait. I’ll take a screenshot of it and send you on messenger.” she said. Maan received a notification on Facebook that Gil replied to her post. “ You’re welcome” smiley.

She would be alive. Now, she was a statue. She picked up her phone. Dr. Evans had banned stress, not technology, but Liam had looked at her with such pained eyes this morning when he left that she had promised not to check email. Just the news, she told herself. Just to see if the world is still turning. She unlocked the screen. A push notification was waiting. It wasn't from the Wall Street Journal or the Times. It was from a gossip app she had downloaded months ago to track the paparazzi swarms and had forgotten to delete.

For the first time in days, he looked like he was having fun without trying. Bright side: we did it. We were normal for two hours. Then the movie ended, and reality returned like the lights coming up. At 11:07 p.m., my phone, powered back on after I got home, delivered the consequences. A notification from Sienna, followed by three from random accounts I didn’t follow. Then another. Then another. I opened one with a sinking feeling. A blurry photo. Taken from far away. Bad lighting. Motion blur. But unmistakable enough to make my stomach drop.

I told her that I am always free for her but I think she needs dosage of it thrice a day to get this simple shit in her head. Me : For you? Always. I answered back and she immediately seen it. But a three dots appeared and danced on the screen, indicating that she is writing. But then, they disappeared. They appeared again and disappeared. Maybe she is thinking of what to reply. I decided to check other notifications till then. The only notifications I have are from the group chat of us, guys. It is called, People.

Maybe I could go and see her later if I didn’t have anything better to do. “Oh, my goodness, girl. You have to check the news!” Without thinking, I grabbed my phone. I had turned off all notifications from all my social media and browsers the day I went to her place. If pictures of Enzo and Natasha did flood the news, I didn’t want to be the first to see them. Surely enough, as soon as I turned them on, my phone was beeping like crazy. Likes, tags, comments, they kept popping up like it was an emergency.

Then a cascade—buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, a relentless stream of notifications that made the glass table hum. Camille stopped mid-sentence. "Someone's popular." I pulled the phone from my pocket. The screen was lit up with notification after notification. But they weren't messages. They were news alerts.

I decide because I have customized my Snapchat settings to delete conversations immediately after the other person reads them. “More so, Snapchat is one of the nosiest apps on this planet, so I would be notified if she takes a screenshot of our chat, takes a screen record, or saves our snap in chat,” I buttress, to convince no one but myself that opening up to an online friend should not be so bad. “Now let's do this,” I try to cheer myself on.