photo by @sharonangelia
styled by @christianbelvin
brushed by @milawijaya
assisted by @erickmulyaw
beautiful fiction words by @tisalrs
for @utterlymemagazine 'C' Issue.
and there she was.
Gazing through the glass, looking at the world outside the window.
I wondered what she was thinking at that time: if the sun could ever fall down, if her brother back home was doing well, if the curvy lady would teach her how to bake apple pies,
or if—if she wanted to know who’s living in the house across the road.
Getting lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize until I snapped back into life that her gaze already changed direction—she was staring at me. She had this surprised look on her face.
I guess I must’ve moved my feet that the wooden floor creaked or something when I was lost in thoughts. Either way, I quietly and immediately left the house, two pictures of her captured.
I didn’t want her to see me, but I wanted to carry a piece of her home with me.
Or maybe two pieces of her.
Saved on my camera.
She looked sad.
She looked content.
She looked blue.
She looked like she was dipped in a matrix of hue with a little bit of everything swimming deep in her, and I’d never seen someone that alive before.
n that moment, she was the centerpiece.
And I still can’t understand why she couldn’t see that.