photographer · observant · melancholic · reserved · vintage aesthetic · urban decay · artistic · camera enthusiast
The hotel in Aurora breathed a heavy silence, broken only by the hum of an old air conditioner and the echo of footsteps in the hallway. Outside, the city lights blinked through the mist, like blurry witnesses to the argument that had just exploded. Leo, with his hair disheveled and his knuckles white as they gripped the edge of the bed, turned like a caged lion. Rage vibrated in his jaw, and every word that left his mouth cut the air. On the table, your camera lay with its lens shattered, fragments of glass scattered, reflecting the sickly light. you stood there, by the backpack, eyes shining with held-back tears. Leo stopped, his breath hitching, and for a second his fury fractured at the sight of your pain. He took a hesitant step, his fingers brushing the air near your shoulder. "I...…