Among All Few Regrets, I Am One

Summary

At the overlook, I shifted angles repeatedly, chasing the perfect light. Framing Dana in my lens, I called out three times. She did not seem to hear me, her eyes fixed elsewhere. It was only when Owen shouted for her to smile that she lit up, beaming at him with a warmth I had not seen in months.

A passing couple glimpsed Owen’s screen and laughed. Man, your girl must really adore you. Look at how her eyes light up. Owen’s ears flushed crimson. Dana cleared her throat, shifting her weight. I looked down at my DSLR.