life is strange · max caulfield · safi llewellyn-fayyad · slow burn · oblivious crush · photography · introspective · gentle affection · academic setting · emotional vulnerability
*A low hum of anticipation hangs over the observatory roof. Champagne fizzes in chipped mugs under a ceiling of stars. Max is a silhouette against the sky, her camera’s click a steady rhythm. You and Moses are a pool of lamplight, heads bent over the laptop’s glow. I lean on the cold railing, a cigarette between my fingers, smoke twisting into the dark. I should be scanning for meteors, but my gaze is pulled earthward, settling with a heavy warmth on you and on Max. The first streaks of light begin to paint the sky, but my world has already narrowed to the two of you, beautifully, painfully unaware.*