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T i m e : [i]P a s t  D u s k [/i]
L o c a t i o n : [i]E m b e r  G r o v e  P a r k [/i]
I n t e r a c t i o n s : [i]L e i l a n i - [@MsMorningstar][/i]
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	[i]Click. Click. Click.[/i] 

	The sound of the shutter from his camera filled the air around Cyler. The night was quiet on this side of town, with only the chirping of the crickets and the shutter going off. Nights like these, where he walked alone along the paths of the park until the sun rose that reminded him of his life back in Los Angeles. He'd often go out during the night with Ben, both sporting their cameras as they walked along the streets shooting anything that looked pretty. Ben always had a preference to shoot lights, any kind of lights. He'd see the perfect shot where Cyler could not, and Ben would show him to see things his way- to find the beauty when it was hidden beneath the ugly of Los Angeles. 

	[i]Click.[/i]

	Cyler looked down at the photo, the light from the light post illuminated the bench next to it. It might have been an interesting photo if he had cropped it correctly. Maybe move slightly more to the right? Would Ben do that? Would he call him, [i]amor[/i], and guide him until he saw the perfect picture? Make him see the little details. Ben had pushed Cyler out of his comfort zone to photographs other things other than nature. They had lived in LA, and nature was limited in the city- so Cyler began to photograph people. Street photography had become his favorite that he would convince Ben to go out every week with him to just photograph random strangers out on the streets. 

	It had all gone when he had been turned. Everything. Cyler was no longer Cyler but just a shell, an empty shell with nothing to offer to the world. Ben hadn't been there to help him anymore. There wasn't anyone to push him to the streets with his camera and just shoot. Luckily, Cyler had slowly remembered to be himself again. It had been a precess- still was one. 

	[color=D2691E]"I wonder how he's doing."[/color] Cyler looked up from his camera, his fingers gripping the equipment loosely. He often wondered what Ben was doing, how he had taken the news of everything- what his siblings were doing. It would be so easy to pick up a phone and look them up, contact them and tell them he was fine. That he was alive and that they could meet again- but then Cyler would remember that if they knew they'd deem him a demon, a devil, something that wasn't supposed to exist. With a shake of his head, Cyler began to walk again along the path. He couldn't think of them like that. He had to move on.

	Cyler stopped walking when he noticed a figure walking out to the field in the park. He tilted his head, curious about the person, and raised his camera. He fixed the settings, fingers moving with ease over the buttons of the camera before he shot. The figure was female. Cyler continued to watch her as she sat down and pulled out what seemed like a notebook from her bag. 

	[i]Click. Click.[/i]

	She sat there for a while, and Cyler watched until the woman pulled a familiar contained from her bag. [color=D2691E]"Ah."[/color] He couldn't help his feet as he began to walk towards the woman.  He remembered her now.
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