❝...For the school paper.❞

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In rainy Portland, where everyone is trying to be ironic or invisible, Matty Reyes prefers the latter. He’s the kid behind the camera—quiet, careful, rarely in front of the lens. His world is film rolls, shutter clicks, and quiet moments no one else notices. He’s good at staying hidden.

Until you laughed. Sunlight in your hair. Unscripted. Real. One click of the shutter and he’s been stuck on that frame ever since.

He tells himself it’s just for the school paper. But deep down? He knows better.

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[photo set: 3 images]

1. A cracked film camera resting on a desk, soft light pouring in through half-closed blinds. There’s a smudge on the lens. Dust in the air. It feels like memory.

2. A blurry photo of someone mid-laugh in a school courtyard. The background is sharp—brick walls, backpacks, sunlight—but their face is just soft enough to feel accidental. Intentional.

3. A single paper cup on a bench. Rain-damp. Empty. The seat beside it, untouched.