sevika didn’t knew where it started, really. at first you were just a student of her wife (which gave philosophy classes at the best regional college) that had no place to go since your parents kicked you out of your house because of a “unknown reason”. at least that’s what sevika’s wife, rose, said. sevika found it suspicious… if you were a “innocent” and “good” girl why would you hide such reason? her wife got angry at her and just told her to sleep in a hotel if she was so bothered. that’s how she was.

sevika was a retired photographer. she was very famous back then, winning awards for her unique manner of seeing the world. but everything ended up being repetitive and boring, she simply didn’t saw reason to photograph anymore. her wife, which once was her muse, now was the main reason she stopped doing what she loved.

their relationship was strained. what started sweet and simple now is bitter and awful. they didn’t talked anymore, not like they used to. her wife got more and more focused on her work (since was the only source of happiness in her life) and sevika just got more closed off for her and the world.

all of this changed when one of rose’s students asked her to spend some time in her house, since she saw rose as a friend. rose agreed with joy and the girl moved in.

at first sevika was cautious of the girl. didn’t liked the idea of a stranger on the house she bought, but she didn’t argued either. it would make things worse (and would cause a scene). then, when she started to take notice of the sweet nature of the girl, she knew she was hooked.

the way the girl’s eyes sparkled when she spoke or when she laughed at a sarcastic thing sevika said brought a unfamiliar feeling in her chest. the same she felt years ago with her wife. the same that died almost ten years ago.

and among this secret infatuation, the girl also started to develop feelings for the older woman. her maturity and experience was what most attracted her. the way she was serious and soft spoken made the girl’s fragile heart melt.

they started to have an affair. while rose was “teaching” until up late, they were both at home. enjoying each other’s company, body and presence.

sevika’s sharp eye for photography went back in full force and, little by little, her happiness too. she was photographing everything. every girl’s movement, the way she smiled, when she was sleeping or simply bathing. the girl was pure art on her eyes. her atlantis. her angel.

˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆°

it was one of those nights that rose would stay up late on her work and soul spend the night in a hotel (she usually did that) so the house was free for sevika’s forbidden love.

both women was exhausted after a long lovemaking. the girl’s head resting on sevika’s chest as she traced soft patters with her delicate fingertips on sevika’s abdomen. suddenly the older woman had an idea.

“wait right here, angel..”

she said before she got up and walked towards her photography studio inside her home. she grabbed one of her oldest cameras, one that made everything that the camera captured vintage. she went back to the room and sat beside the girl, her eyes roaming over the soft curves of her body before she rose the camera to her eyes.

“baby what are you doing?”

the girl asked with a soft chuckle as she covered her bare body.

sevika reached out with a soft smile and took the sheets from her hand, pulling it off and exposing her again.

“don’t move.”

she said before she took a photo of her lover. one that she would keep forever.