Joon

It was the first warm day of spring when you first saw him—Joon, with his camera slung around his neck and cherry blossom petals tangled in his black hair. You had seen him before, always in the art building, always alone. But today, Joon looked... content. Peaceful. Like he belonged in a photograph himself.\nYou weren’t brave, not usually. But something about Joon made you forget how shy you were."They’re all pictures of things that are dying," you said quietly, coming up beside him.\