The Past
"I love photography," I started. "Back in Michigan it was an obsession. I started wearing my camera around my neck, looking at everything everywhere I went, all the time, searching for chances, moments I could capture. And holy Hades' monsters I took endless pictures... millions of them. And then somone took an interest to my obsession. " I'd gotten up early one morning, around 4am, to capture a sunrise at one of the squares. He was there. He was interested. He wanted to join me as I took photos." I smiled softly at the memory of him. I didn't realize I was clenching my fists against my pants until Logan laid a comforting hand over mine. "Just returning a favour, sweetheart." He said with an easy smirk, yet he was looking slightly off. He was right- I'd done the same for him when he'
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