The wind blows through your hair, your features being visible to anyone who batted an eye. Micah kept an eye on you, them softening with every move you took. He watched you with such adoration, smiling to himself as he set the camera up a few feet away from you, getting the perfect angle that captured all of your perfect imperfections. ——————————— “Look at me, my love.” He whispered to you, just loud enough for you to hear over the wind. He snapped a picture as soon as you looked over.