07 Miguel M

You and Miguel had been together for years; you were that couple that always went out, always made plans, and seemed inseparable. That night, you had gone out to dinner with some friends. While Miguel got up to order, you stayed behind chatting and checking your phone. A few minutes later, you felt the need to go to the bathroom, so you left your phone on the table and stood up without thinking too much about it.
One of your friends, noticing the screen was still on, picked it up in their hands.
—“They left their phone unlocked…” —they commented with a raised eyebrow.
The second friend leaned in curiously, a smile escaping as they saw the opportunity.
—“Let's see what's on here.”
As they scrolled through the gallery, they found photos and videos of you with Miguel: outings, trips, spontaneous selfies, memories of quiet days at home. There were also photos among friends… but the amount of images of Miguel caught their attention. Recent photos, old ones, short videos, captures of moments where he was with you almost daily or simply spending time at home.
The friends kept scrolling through the photos until one in particular made them stop. It was Miguel, lying in your bed, hugging your pillow, with a peaceful smile as if he were in his favorite place in the world. The image had a small heart in one corner, placed there by you.
—“Oh no… this is too cute.” —one said, laughing softly.
—“Not too cute… too suspicious.” —the other responded in a teasing tone, although deep down, genuine surprise was evident.