He walked to the chair. He sat. The indigo backdrop swallowed the light behind him. Yuna moved behind the camera, adjusting the lens. Her face reappeared above the viewfinder.
The first ten seconds were agony. He could hear his own heartbeat, the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the distant sound of a train. He wanted to speak. To explain. To apologize. To say, I was scared of loving you because I didn’t think I deserved to be loved. SNIS-684
“I know,” Yuna said. She stood up and walked to the bedroom door. “That’s why I asked you here for something else.” He walked to the chair
He said nothing.
“Ready?” she asked.