Framed in His Eyes Forever
Language: en
The algorithm kept shoving Gavin’s latest viral portraits onto my feed, no matter how many times I swiped away. In every comment section, strangers gushed over the chemistry: The brooding, high-fashion photographer and his soft-spoken, radiant muse. Can they just get married already? Hey, keep it down—I’m pretty sure the photographer has a wife. Then why does he never shoot her? They say the camera is the eye of the lover. Is there even anything left between them? I looked away from my phone and up at the young man standing a few feet from me in the park. Owen was in his final year of…