Here we are, all piled up and screaming with energy, the room thick with our loud vibes. I feel the weight of my boys leaning in, faces twisted in silly shouts and grins.
A muted room framed by glass, where a figure with two-toned hair peers just above soft pink fabric. The mirror doubles the scene, adding distance and quiet tension.
Under soft shadows, beanie low and dark shades on, fingers resting against my lips—caught in a still, quiet moment where everything feels slow and a little unreal.