she sat in the water for like an hour, just staring at the water peacefully
“The horizon was dark, desolate and empty, but even through it’s darkness he could still see the faint image of Megan standing under the full moon. Her dress was swaying softly in the wind. At that moment when she turned and saw him watching her—she smiled. And it was that smile that fixated simple thoughts in his mind. “Is she really here?”
He remembered when he took the picture of her at the beach when they were together; she was dancing in the waves running through the surf as it splashed up against her legs. Jesse didn’t believe in ghosts, but he believed in memories and memories sometimes had a way of crashing down onto you and taking a hold of time, making it stop, making it slow down, making it speed up, making things disappear— making images reappear.
When he captured that hazy image in a photograph—he’d see her looking back at him in that way, when things were better—but now the image barely lingered in his mind—a thousand memories were lost in her smile.
Jesse read a quote once; it was by Jodi Picoult from the Lone Wolf. It said “This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.”
And that was the truth. There was a time in every moment even in its smallest measurements where everything appeared how it should be, but maybe perfection was just too heavy a word to use in any scenario. It wasn’t perfect, it was just better than today.” - Joanna Strafford, In the Absence of the Sun
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