Exp1re

Numbers. They haunt me. I can't look into a person's eyes without seeing the six-digit date of their death. I'm helpless to change it, no matter how hard I try. I've trained myself to look down. Away. Anywhere but at their eyes. My camera is my escape. My salvation. Through its lens, I see only beauty and life-not death and despair. Disconnected from all those around me, I'm content being alone, simply existing. Until I meet him. Tavian. The man beyond the numbers. How can I stay away, when everything about him draws me in? But how can I fall in love, knowing exactly when it will expire?