Imagine seeing her in front of you, as beautiful as ever.
Imagine she's holding your hand tight as she drags you across the grass.
That smile that makes your heart leap and beat a thousand times a minute, is spread wide across her face.
The sun bounces off her short auburn hair, giving it a golden look. She parts her hair to the left side of her head because she has a scar on the right of her forehead that she thinks is ugly. Whenever she mentions it, you just shake your head at her, because you believed it made her even more beautiful.
Behind her was a canola field, in its final growing stage before it would be cropped. The sun was beating its harsh shine over the field, making the yellow brighter. The perfect background for a perfect image.
You let go of her hand and regret it instantly, but you simply cannot pass up this opportunity. The strap was draped across your shoulder and you lift it over your head to grab the metal object. You hold it up to your face, expecting the screen to be dark and you'd have to fumble around with the quality settings and lose the perfect image. But no, the screen showed her and the field just as perfectly as before.
You snap multiple shots, realising how lucky you must be to have this beautiful woman in front of you, smiling widely. And how lucky you are to be the reason for that smile.
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Just Pansexual Things
General FictionA collection of short stories that just about any fellow pansexuals, or other lgbt+ members, can identify with. I can take requests if you would like, just DM me. (Please do not comment)