“You done?” I ask. “Not unless you want me to be.” He lowers the camera. “I’d like to take more.” “Why?” “Because I want to remember you exactly as you are right now.” I scoff and shoot him a sour look. “Right now? Like this?” He nods, his expression sober. “Exactly like this.” There is such love in his eyes, such… I don’t know… adoration… that for a moment, I don’t know how to respond.
