The blue light from the screen is particularly glaring at midnight.
I stared at that photo in my browser for a long time.
A tall and handsome man stood at the memorial service. He wore a straight suit and a dark gray tie. He held one hand on the edge of the coffin and lowered his head slightly. The flash captured the reflection in his eyes, and the local tabloid called him "the young CEO who lost his beloved."
I enlarged the photo. Zoom in again.
The pixels are starting to blur, but his expression remains impeccably perfect. The sad curve, the tight corners of the mouth, the slightly trembling shoulders. If this was a show, it should win an award.
Unfortunately I'm not a film critic.
Intention: Let every heartbeat have an echo