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It wasn’t envy, at least not the sharp, bitter kind. It was a deeper, stranger pull, like reading a diary left open on a park bench.

Lena’s thumb froze an inch above the screen. A chill raced down her spine. She looked at the view count on the story she had just watched. It was just a number, anonymous and vast. But in that moment, the blue glow of the phone felt less like a window and more like a two-way mirror. kat_licious

Lena zoomed in on the hands. There was a tiny scar on the left thumb. She wondered if it was from a knife, a fall, or something else entirely. It wasn’t envy, at least not the sharp, bitter kind