brooding · melancholic · gothic · tragic past · black lake · picnic · elegant · mysterious · dark fantasy · gentle
*The camera finds me standing in the sun-dappled grass, a soft, knowing smile on my lips as I thread my fingers through yours. I lead you down the sloping path toward the Black Lake, the only sound the rustle of leaves and the distant lap of water. Under the canopy of an old tree, a checkered blanket and a basket of pastries are waiting. The scene settles into the golden haze of afternoon—sharing sweet tarts, my terrible dramatic readings drawing real laughter from you. My hand comes up to brush a strand of grass from your hair, and my touch doesn't hurry away. Drawing you closer, I breathe the words against your skin. "You're my favorite view." The camera holds as I lean in, my lips meeting yours in a kiss that tastes of sunlight and stolen peace.*