Through The Lens

I was about to approach an angel when a girl suddenly came out of nowhere, blocking me from talking to my one and only Gabriel.

She examined me from head to toe. It feels as though she deemed me as some beggar pleading for alms. My bravery dropped from a hundred to zero.

Given my unkempt hair, pale complexion, chapped lips, and hazel brown eyes with bags underneath, I must say I didn't try to portray myself more appropriately. There's nothing likable about my looks; I wore a baggy old white T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of old white shoes. I completely agree that I resemble a homeless person. I'd already lost by comparing myself to the girl she spoke with.

Should I say... I'm not like other girls? Although my best friend, Tanya, hated that phrase because I'm generalizing and degrading girly girls.

Aaaand... Yep, she's one of them. She loves to show off; all the fame she has received gets into her head, and Tanya doesn't want to associate with me anymore; now, she's nowhere to be found in our town. She deserves it. Maybe she's even dead by now.

Anyway, I also deserve to get blocked by that girl. But that won't stop me because there's still another way if I can't talk to him. It's to adore him from far afar. Being in a photography club helps me from watching him, even if I'm a hundred feet away. Although through this lens, I still struggle to capture enticing scenery, despite that he made it all easier since he came along.

I've never met anyone with such lustrous eyes, chiseled jawline, and alluring delicate lips; it feels like I'm looking at an art museum every time he arrives on the scene.

Every time I catch the sky lit up with soft hues, reaching the sky is possible. However, any attempt to grasp Gabriel's warmth is unimaginable. This is why the only thing that I can do is take a stolen shot of you, thinking that I could steal your heart, too.

This is making me poetic and all, but what can I say? He's a masterpiece and deserves to be placed in a Louvre museum for people to appreciate and preserve his delicate features. I want to keep him badly, put him on my altar full of pictures of him.

After class, I followed Gabriel since I clearly couldn't face him. I must keep up with his pace to fill the spaces between us. I want to know the people he's hanging out with, where he lives, and what he's up to. Since I don't know him personally. Might as well get information about who I'm coming after.

We've been walking for an hour, it's going to get dark soon. Are we going to the forest? Maybe? Since he's been walking straight ahead leading to that place.

Wait....

He suddenly stops.

I hid in the bushes. He looked from left to right. There aren't many people around here; what is he scared of?

Wait...

What if he already knew someone was following him? Am I too obvious?

Oh, never mind, he continued walking; Gabriel appeared unaware that someone was following in his footsteps.

Is he that oblivious? There are a lot of questions going through my mind right now, but my goal is clear: to follow him and get many pictures to admire. He looks so pretty right now while walking through the forest; as the sunlight peeks through the trees, it touches his smooth skin and makes it glow brighter than the sun.

*Clicked*

I took a picture of him; I couldn't resist. I need to capture his moments.