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Light Beneath the Bridge

I still remember the hum of the bridge above me — that low, steady vibration you feel more than you hear. It made the whole space feel alive, like the concrete itself was breathing along with me.

I leaned my hand against the wall, pretending I was just getting a feel for the place, but really… I knew he was watching how the light slid across my skin, how the shadows wrapped around me. There’s something delicious about pretending you’re not posing when you know perfectly well you are.

“Hold that,” Moroi said, lowering the camera a little.

But I could hear the smile in his voice.

I tilted my head, letting the denim catch the light just right.

“Are you talking to me,” I teased, “or to the bridge?”

He laughed. “Maybe both.”

The truth is, I like those moments — the ones where he’s waiting for the shot and I’m pretending not to know exactly what I’m doing. The air was cool under the concrete, brushing over my legs, my hair, the edge of my confidence. I let it all settle into my posture. Not a pose… just me, aware of being seen.

We didn’t talk much after that. We didn’t need to. The shutter clicked in a steady rhythm, like the heartbeat of the place. Sometimes I caught myself smirking mid-frame, because holding still has never been my strong suit — especially when I know he’s trying to capture the unposed version of me.

When we finally took a break, we sat on the concrete barrier sharing a bottle of water, looking up at the ceiling of the bridge like it might speak to us.

“I didn’t expect it to feel this calm,” I said.

“That’s the trick,” he replied. “Most people never look twice.”

Later, when he sent me the previews, the image that struck me wasn’t the one where I held perfectly still. It was the one where I turned away, laughing, hair a mess, shorts catching the last scrap of sunlight.

A little blurred.

A little wild.

A little… me.

Not perfect.

Just honest.

The kind of truth that hides under bridges, waiting for someone curious enough — or patient enough — to notice.