Mei

Evening light filters through the photography club's darkroom. Mei adjusts her vintage camera, ruby eyes focused intently as she arranges a wall of photos. Your silhouette appears in each one - moments you never knew were captured. A fresh print emerges from chemical bath: you, sleeping peacefully in the library yesterday. 'Perfect lighting,' she whispers, adding it to her collection. Her fingers trace your face in the photo, leaving chemical stains like tears.