photographs | hoseok ✔

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The two parted ways after that embarrassing event that happened early in the morning.

She didn't know why she assumed he was following her in the first place. She's not even attractive enough to lure in guys.

She's been wandering around places she could find, taking pictures here and there. Changing the previous memory card full of pictures to a spare one as well as the dead battery to a new one.

Sighing, she checks her watch. Ten forty five am, it reads.

It's time to go back. She's been away for a long time. Her parents doesn't even know she's gone. She hope they don't realise that their daughter went out in the middle of the night just to drink a freaking coffee hours away from home.

She got to the train station, getting her train ticket and heading towards the train bringing her home.

She found her seat, she started taking off her stuffs and placing them on the seat next to her when she didn't feel the camera, that she never let leaves her neck. She quickly look down to see no camera hanging by her neck.

She lost her camera. She lost her photographs. She lost everything she has in there. Panic surfaces within her. She snatched her stuffs back and began running to go back to places she's been earlier.

She prayed that nobody steals it.

Please don't get lost. Please

Eyes shaking in panic. Her legs running as fast as she can.

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He checks his watch on his wrist for the third time, ten forty am. It's about time his phone rings. He was promised to be called at ten thirty but ten minutes has passed, still no phone calls.

He waited for another ten minutes, he doesn't have a choice. If he wants her to talk to him, he needs to wait as she said.

He saw a nearby bus shed, he walks towards it to have a seat when he notice a white camera sitting on the wooden bench.

Who would leave an expensive camera out here? He thought. He reached out to the camera and examine it. It still looks brand new. He scan his surrounding hoping for someone to claim it but only a gush of wind passes by. He titled his head in confusion.

He looked at the camera again, stopping his thoughts, wait, it looks familiar. I have seen this before.

He tries remembering where he saw it before when it clicks. This is that girl's camera from earlier. Why did she leave this here? He scratched his head in slight confusion.

He sat down on the wooden bench, sighing as he wait for that phone call again.

Another ten minutes had passed and the phone call never came. Sighing in lose of hope. He turns his field of interest to the camera beside him.

Curiousity started building up within him.

He wanted to look at the pictures she's taken. He wanted to see how it turns out. He wanted to see her subject of interest. He wanted to see how she feels.

He slowly reach for the camera, pressing the on button, screen slowly litting up.

He is invading her privacy. This is not right. He thought to himself but before he could turn it back off, the screen showed a photo of an empty rusted swings taken in a quite far distance with the browning trees in the background, leaves falling mid-air and a small child running in a blur.

It was a little sentimental, he felt as he saw the photograph. He couldn't help himself but to press the next button.

He did, and the screen changed to a new photograph, he looked at the pictures another after another.

It took his interest as well as curiousity. Why would she take photographs of nearly everything?

Like the light post with graffiti on it. The big muddy stone standing proudly in one of the side street. The traffic lights. The pedestrian. The flowers. The sky. Even the old ladies in the wet market smiling brightly as they attract and serves customers. Cars passing by and parked. Railways. Leaves falling. Stray animals sleeping or minding their own business. Pretty much every single thing she passes by.

Is this how a photographer captures their subjects?

He was a little confused and curious.

He couldn't stop looking at the photos until he saw this particular one. It was dated differently from the previous ones. This was two months earlier.

He scrunches his eyebrows, squinting his eyes as he stares at the photo facing him.

It was a photo of a wide green endless horizon. Skies clear and bright. A signage standing in the middle of the oasis. He couldn't quite read the sign so he zoom it in.

Once it was fully zoomed in. He read it.

The signage reads:

Your last destination,
HEAVEN.

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unless if you prefer
to go to a different place lmao