"I hate your comments. But I'd hate it more if you stopped making them."
Shaddayy blocked Leonardo the next day.
Without hesitation.
A quick tap, teeth clenched.
"Enough," she said out loud, as if someone could hear her.
But that afternoon, she uploaded a new photo.
Herself by the river, wearing a red scarf, wind tangling her hair.
Caption:
"Today, the world doesn't understand me. But I keep going."
When she checked the comments…
He wasn't there.
No message.
No word.
Nothing.
For just a second…
She missed his sarcasm.
Then she shook her head.
"What's wrong with me?"
Three Days Later
Shaddayy posted a short video:
her hands painting, colours swirling on canvas.
Background music: a sad Spanish song.
No caption.
Just art.
Two hours later, a notification popped up.
Not a comment.
A mention.
@maria_art_lover: Shayy, beautiful! Where do you get all this inspiration?
@lucia_en_paris: This blue is hypnotic.
@leonardo_madrid: If it weren't for the unnecessary drama in your captions, I might actually say you have talent.
Shaddayy froze.
Again?
But… she'd blocked him.
She opened his profile.
No.
He wasn't blocked.
She'd only silenced notifications.
He'd never stopped watching her.
Furious, she replied:
Shaddayy: Don't talk to me again. Don't you understand what "blocking" means?
Leonardo: Technically, you didn't block me. You just pretended to. Interesting.
She turned off her phone.
Threw it onto the bed.
"He's unbearable!"
That Night – Dinner Table
"So… what about that guy who always comments on your photos?" Camila, her sister, asked, cutting her meat.
"What guy?" Shaddayy replied, not looking up.
"The one from Spain. Leonardo. Don't you realize he only talks to you ? No one else replies to him."
"He's an idiot," Shaddayy said. "He only shows up to ruin everything."
Lucas, her older brother, spoke up:
"If he were a stalker, you'd have reported him by now. But you haven't."
"Because he's not a stalker!"
"Then why does he bother you so much?" Camila asked. "Or… do you like him?"
"Of course not!" Shaddayy snapped — too fast.
Too loud.
She stood up.
Left the dining room.
But in her room, she opened Instagram.
Went to Leonardo's profile.
He was online.
Right now.
And he'd just posted his first public photo:
a bridge in Madrid under the rain.
No caption.
Just a location: Puente de los Suspiros — Bridge of Sighs.
Shaddayy stared at the image.
Why now?
Why that bridge?
She searched the name.
"They say if you cross this bridge thinking of someone, that person will appear in your life."
Her heart beat faster.
Before she could think, she commented:
Shaddayy: What if you thought of someone… and they never appear?
She didn't expect a reply.
But five minutes later, it came:
Leonardo: Then maybe they're already here.
You just don't know it yet.
Final Note:
I never knew who he was thinking of that night.
But ever since, every time I cross a bridge,
I wait for him to appear…
Even if it's just to annoy me again.