The sun barely touched the horizon but the view was perfect, a mixture of faint reds, pinks, and oranges. The scene was worth a million likes and gave the boy a sense of awe. His favorite time of day was the afternoon, there was always something peaceful about the afternoons; there was no rush and the boy always felt at ease.
Mesmerized by the view, the boy had decided on trying to capture the moment. Grabbing his camera he held it the same level as his eye, looking through the lens he clicked the photo. He knew that sometimes the camera couldn't accurately capture things the same way as your eyes but he knew that things were beautiful; inside and out.
Sitting on the ground with his camera in hand, the boy remembered his father's words about beauty. ''Beauty doesn't matter, people shouldn't have to look beautiful but just feel beautiful; believe that they are beautiful because they are, they just may not see it.'
Smiling he watched the sunset wishing to spend moments like these with those he loved; smiling he wondered if moments like these actually needed to be captured.
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FantasyShort stories about whatever comes to mind, check it out if you want to. PS= THESE ARE MY OWN STORIES SO DO NOT COPY THEM OR COPY THE IDEAS OR PLOT!!! Uploaded in order of writing.
