when a smile drops [ BrightWin | SarawaTine ]

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12:26 a.m

one thing that is beautiful about photographs is the connection you feel for it like how you see yourself in the mirror and the way your eyes gleam by the sight of your body; trembling from fear, scared to die in tragedy.

every pictures live a story. some visible to the eyes and some only the heart could understand.

today i went to Bright's place. i was too shy to meet his family but he told me he lives alone so there is no need to worry.

"Feel yourself at home." he said placing his bag on the sofa. he went to the kitchen and he came back with a glass of water on his hands.

"For you." he smiled, sweetly attacking my senses. i smiled back at him and gulped the water in one down. he giggled and tousled my hair.

i took off my backpack and rested it on my lap as i sat down on the white sofa.

i let my eyes wander on the huge house. everything's in white. the big curtains, the picture frames, the stairs, i felt like i was in a hospital.

i heard a camera shutter. when i looked at him, he already took a photo of me.

"There is innocence written all over your face..." he was staring at me.

"And your eyes are beautiful." he added making me force a laugh.

he sat down next to me and showed me my photo that he took. i was looking on the chandelier hanged on the center of the living room and i really looked a child, pure and innocent.

i smiled.

"It looks beautiful." i blurted out.

"Because you are."

i cut my skin and i hurt myself. he knows i am scarred. he knows a bit of my story. but every time he talks to me i keep wanting to open my book and let him read me. i keep longing for the words that might come out from his mouth and when he speaks my heart would sit on a fireplace setting my body on fire.

how am i beautiful?

i looked down and stared at my fidgeting hands. i was nervous. i did not know how and what to respond. the honey on my stomach was overflowing i couldn't take it anymore.

"I meant what I said and I will never take it back." he lifted up my chin and locked his eyes on me.

my heart was beating so fast, wild like a freed animal from a cage owned by a violent humans. it was beating so fast it hurts my chest so good.

i nodded my head and swiftly stood up. i shook off the nervousness i feel by jumping  like i was a weird guy with another guy holding a camera on his hands.

we were back on reality that i was on his place to see his photographs.

my ears were hot and my face was a total tomato paste.

he was laughing out loud that his voice echoes on the big white house. i looked dumb but i was happy i got to hear his laughter.

"Let's go." he said and i followed him upstairs. he opened a door and when we entered the room i was welcomed with tons of black and white photographs. it was like i was in a exhibit room but it was for free.

"Wow..." i was taken aback by the jaw-dropping beauty of the photos i saw.

he was taking photos of me and i see him smile on my peripheral view. i was walking slowly around the room like i was on the outer space floating.

i trace the photos with my fingers. some of them were photos of the nature, cityscape and landscape. i continued to walk and my feet stopped on the photograph of a woman wearing a floral dress smiling from ear to ear with a bouquet of flowers on her hands.

i felt like i was looking at myself. she had the perfect smile and everyone doesn't see the pain on her eyes.

i was moved that tears trickle down my face. Bright held my shoulders and nestled me on his arms. he was back hugging me and i could feel his heart beats fast as my heart does for him.

"She's my mom."

and i knew from then that her mom was also suffering from depression.

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