Photographs
Photograph – (n) a picture made using a camera in which an image is focused onto film or other light sensitive material and then made visible and permanent by chemical treatment
The simple definition: A memory.
In the picture there's seven of us.
My eyes first skim over the youngest member of the group. Angel. Her blue eyes are wide and shining. Her blonde curls frame her sweet face. Total sits obediently in her lap, and I swear he's grinning. She looks so young and so innocent, but everyone knows that she's anything but.
Next to Angel, is her brother Gazzy. His arm is wrapped protectively around her shoulders. But Gazzy's not looking at the camera. He's looking behind him toward a certain strawberry blonde pyromaniac. The two of them are laughing. Head thrown back, tears flowing down their faces laughing.
It's absolutely beautiful.
Nudge, Nudge, Nudge. I smile every time I see her face. Her mouth is open, caught mid-sentence. She had been going on and on about the latest fashion trends, and how she wanted that dress from the boutique we passed in New York. If this isn't candid, I don't know what is.
And then there's Fang and me.
I'm giving him my best death glare, but he's completely unfazed by it. Come to think of it, he had never been intimidated by my glares, which annoyed me to no end.
But Fang. He's the one that surprises me every time. He's smiling. He's not smirking, snickering, or doing that half-smiling crap. He's really, truly smiling.
I can still remember every look we shared. Every smile, every glare, every smirk. I loved how we would always seem to know just what the other was thinking, how we knew each other's every move. He was my right-wing man. Always has been, and always will be.
But every time I see this smile, my heart breaks. The Max and Fang that used to be, is no more. For now, its just Max. And its just Fang.
You promised twenty years Fang. But twenty years is too long. So for now, I'll keep us alive in this photograph. Because in this photo, it's almost as if you're still here, that you didn't rip our family apart. Because in this photo, in this moment, we don't have an ending.
It's really short, but it's just an idea that's been nagging at me. Review? :)