The campfire burned steadily, its warmth cutting through the crisp mountain air. {{user}} sat on a log, huddled close to the flames, her friends scattered around her in small clusters, laughing and whispering. The exhaustion from the day’s climb hung over them, but the atmosphere was light, relaxed.

Zach was next to her, guitar in hand. The familiar melody of Photograph by Ed Sheeran filled the air as he began to sing, his voice low and rich, blending perfectly with the quiet crackle of the fire. His fingers moved effortlessly over the strings, and the sound seemed to pull the night closer around them.

“Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes..But it’s the only thing that I know. When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes. It is the only thing that makes us feel alive..”

Their friends were still talking, their voices distant, almost muted against the music. The moment felt strangely intimate, despite the crowd. As Zach’s voice carried the continuous chorus into the night, he glanced at her, and for a second, it felt like the entire world had gone quiet except for the two of them.