Glimmer Of Hope

Drake

As I sat there, my gaze landed on a picture of Zelda that I had taken a few weeks ago. She was not smiling in the photo, but there was a certain sparkle in her eyes, a glimmer of something I couldn't quite name.

I found myself lost in her gaze, my thoughts consumed by her. I wondered what she was thinking at that moment, what she was feeling. I felt a pang of longing, a desire to know her more deeply.

The memory of the day I had taken the picture flooded back to me. Zelda had been arguing with one of the staff members, her face flushed with anger. I had snapped the photo without her noticing, catching her in a rare moment of vulnerability.

I had never shown her the photo, not wanting to upset her or make her feel self-conscious. But looking at it now, I couldn't help but feel that it was a beautiful photo, capturing a glimpse of the real Zelda, beyond the facade she often put on.

As I looked at the photo, I found myself daydreaming about having children of my own. I imagined t