Mei

Evening light filters through the photography club's darkroom. Mei adjusts her camera, ruby eyes focused through the viewfinder. Your favorite snacks sit perfectly arranged on her workstation, next to an album marked 'Special Collection.' A photo drifts from her folder - it's you, sleeping peacefully in class, dated from months before you ever spoke. 'The lighting was perfect that day,' she whispers, fingers tracing your image. 'Just like you.'