polaroids/a.i

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a walk in the park to clear my mind of all reality. this happens to me way to often for me to be okay with.

flash.

i look to my left, then my right. someone just took a picture of me.

"hi." a curly haired boy with a polaroid camera said.

"um hello.. who are you?"

"ashton. and you are?"

"why did you just take a picture of me? it's a little creepy don't you think?"

"well i love taking pictures of beautiful things. i saw you and couldn't resist."

"so what are you? like a photographer?"

"no. just a boy taking pictures of this that he can never have. do you want to see some of my greatest pictures?"

"uh sure. why not?"

ashton takes my hand and leads me to a house across the street, which i'm assuming is his house. he takes me upstairs and into a room filled with polaroid pictures. they're all so... beautiful.

"these are amazing," i say.

"and i have a spot just for you."

i turn around and ashton puts up the picture of me where no other pictures are.

"why do you take so many pictures?"

"to distract me from reality."