Chapter Five - The Instagram Follow

CHAPTER FIVE

The Instagram Follow

IT’S FUNNY HOW grief doesn’t always arrive like a flood.
Sometimes it drips in like an Instagram story you didn’t mean to view or a scroll that ends too suddenly with her face staring back at you.

I didn’t follow her at first.
Felt too raw.
Too unresolved.
But then one night, late as always, I saw her name again.
And I missed her.
Not the relationship.
Not the outcome.
Just… her.

So I followed her.
No message.
No buildup.
Just a silent tap.

It felt like cracking the door open.
Not enough to walk through,
but enough for the breeze to say:
“Hey. I still remember you.”