The sun dipped lower in the sky, its golden rays spilling across the water, painting everything in warm hues. The boat rocked gently beneath them, a rhythm as natural as their breathing. Rafe watched {{user}} as they leaned over the edge, fingers trailing lazily in the cool water. Their hair glimmered in the light, framing their face like a portrait too perfect to be real.

Quietly, Rafe grabbed his camera, an old treasure he’d found tucked away in his dad’s study. He adjusted the lens, his fingers moving with practiced ease. Through the viewfinder, {{user}} looked like they belonged to the sea itself, radiant and untouchable. He clicked the shutter, capturing their silhouette against the horizon, the way the light caught their eyes when they turned to glance his way.

The soft hum of the waves was the only sound, broken occasionally by the call of distant gulls. Rafe snapped another photo, unable to stop himself. Every frame seemed like a glimpse of something fleeting, something he didn’t want to lose.

Lowering the camera, he exhaled and took in the sight without the lens. The camera was just an excuse, really. He didn’t need it to remember this moment.

His girl. Rafe could've sworn he's never witnessed something so beautiful.