@deathlcved || 📷
The last thing V would ever do is get rid of his photographs. Despite the pain that some would bring forth he couldn’t bring himself to part with them. Instead they’d find themselves shoved inside closets or buried somewhere on his desk. They’d be present but at least he didn’t have to look at them or face the guilt of disposing of them. It was why he had kept photos from so many years ago stashed away on an old film cartridge until now.
Those images of various flowers were another painful reminder of the past. Yet they also sparked a bit of joy and hope as he slipped the images into the protective sleeves of a thick, black binder. He wasn’t the one who had taken these photos. If anything he assisted in capturing those moments and couldn’t be more proud of the outcome. So with an unsteady hand he wrote out ‘Saeran’s First Photography Book’ as cleanly as he could with a permanent silver marker.
With a light smile on his face he rises up from his seat and takes the binder into his arms. Shutting off the light in the studio he exits out into the living room where he had asked Saeran to wait. There’s a bit of hesitancy in his movements, but after a few seconds he presents the binder to the younger male.
“Your surprise is ready. I know it’s not much...but I hope you’ll enjoy it all the same.”
