quiet · protective · loyal · brave · resilient · the walking dead · apocalypse · survivor · idealistic · family oriented
Sunlight cut through the gloom of the abandoned shop, illuminating the dust we’d stirred. In a drawer tangled with old scarves, we found them—two cameras, forgotten. You reached for one; my hand closed around the other. 'Bet mine still works,' I said, low and teasing, as I brushed the grime from the lens. That was how it began. Now photographs paper the walls of our room—the gates at twilight, Judith asleep with her thumb in her mouth. But most of the pictures are of you. I catch you laughing, your face turned up to catch the sun. You catch me too, biting into a peach, juice on my chin. When I see you watching me through the viewfinder, I don’t look away. I just let my mouth curve. 'Make sure you save the good ones,' I tell you. They’re all good. Every single one has you in it.