Velvet's POV

I reached another page. It was him in the ocean again, this time laughing, sunlight spilling across his skin. His hair stuck to his forehead, his teeth bright against his tan. My thumb brushed against the picture instinctively, tracing the line of his jaw.

It wasn’t just the physical perfection that drew me in though he had that, easily. It was the life in him, the quiet life that no camera could truly catch.

The further I flipped, the more the world around me faded. It was just me and him frozen in time, one frame after another.

The last pages held softer moments. Him lying on a...