❪ 冒险 ｡ ❫ some nights are rougher than the others. some allow you to immerse yourself in the ridiculous amount of word you have to do——- which happens to be nate’s usual routine. always finding himself at the studio whenever the break of dawn would spoil the whole city. it’s nothing he’s complaining about, in fact, work ❪ despite taking a lot of time ❫ is one of the photographer’s GREATEST joys. and let’s not forget about the other type of nights——- the restless ones, the ones in which you’d adore the idea of that pitch black darkness would swallow you all and all of your worries, all of your thoughts would vanish with your disappearance. as clear as it can be, this one particular night is an accurate representation of the latter kind of night and the signs of it are pretty evident given the prominent bags under his eyes and the horribly messy hair. long story short, he’s a mess. with one hand resting atop of the microwave, he finds some support on the said appliance, head lowered, enough for the now rather long locks to cover most of his exhausted visage. “ these are not for me.. ” the photographer adds in the same monotone voice, but only moments later, the realization of the fact that he’s no longer on his own hits him. a glance is thrown through the strands covering his eyes, just to make sure he’s not mistaking the quite familiar voice. “ i.. i thought you left already. ” nathan adds, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
