Capture the moment

Part 1

She carries a camera around with her. Everywhere. One click. She captures the moment.

"Hey, August, why do you.. um.. bring your camera everywhere?"

Flipping each page of the photo album, we left each page with a smile, a nostalgic sort of smile. We laughed as we recall memories of the past, memories that, even us, ourselves, didn't remember. In the midst of our nostalgia, she snapped her camera, once again, surprised, the flash blinded my eyes for a few seconds.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Oh, you know, just my usual snaps." August laughs it off.

I shake my head.

"Hey at least I have another one for our collection!"

She wasn't wrong. We kept an album of our photos, the cover written in thick black marker: "Capture the moment".

"JASON! I'M FREE! PASS THE BALL TO ME!" I screamed to my teammate, Jason, who was also the best teammate you could ever ask for in a basketball team. As I took over the ball, I dribbled away as fast as I could, with my hand covering the ball, defending myself against the opponents. My sweat rolled down my face as I smirked, I looked up to shoot and scored for the team. Looking into the bleachers, I caught a glimpse of her, not cheering, not clapping, but snapping her camera. She lowers her head as she stares into the camera, making sure she was satisfied with the photo. Typical August.

"And that is why political studies is an important high school curriculum."

The whole class except her claps.

"Good job! Please be seated." The teacher exclaimed.

I smiled to myself, knowing the presentation came out smoother than I had anticipated. I walked to my seat, proudly. I sat down in my seat and was greeted with none other than a flash. A familiar voice giggled, my mouth still opened from all the shock. What else did I expect? Of course, it's August.

We sat down at a bench in a park near my house. Our legs swinging at the end of the bench. Her presence makes me feel warm. A special type of warmth. I stare at her beautiful eyes. Although they were black, they tell a different story as you stare into them. She'd say that they looked dull, with no life, but to me, they were the eyes of someone I truly treasure. I move towards her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She blushes as she turns the camera around.

Snap.

Author's note: Thank you thank you, reader, for reading this book till' the end!! I got inspiration from a tiktok that appeared in my fyp from user @bluegreenbriar. Thank you violet/stacy for giving me feedback on some parts so that I could improve them for some good quality work! Again, thank you for reading till the end, appreciate it!