I was growing inordinately attached to someone I only met a week ago. In a world I barely know, a life that has little to no structure, and a body that was not mine and might not even stay mine, forever.
"This is... concerning."
But even as I tried to dismiss the unease and urges, another thought emerged. If I was going to send this to her like I did with the fish… shouldn't I include myself in the photo? Even if the looks were Helene's, it's not as if I don't like them.
> The real achievement is mine. Citra Lomdi is the one in control, now. No need to existential panic about that every time something comes up. <
Not second-guessing myself, I positioned the phone for a selfie. Leaning back against the log with my chin raised and a smug expression, I made sure both the embedded arrow and my satisfied face were clearly visible.
