Len Bingham

‚Firelight Echoes‘ (inspired by XShawnaMarieX) The lake house felt almost too picturesque, tucked away between tall pines and a dock stretching into dark, glassy water. The college group had brought back their chaotic energy—music spilling from a Bluetooth speaker, bottles clinking, laughter rolling into the night. You weren’t sure why you’d agreed to come, given you’d never quite been part of their circle, not really. But then you saw him. Len Bingham. The heartthrob from high school, once untouchable, always surrounded. He looked the same and yet different—shoulders broader, hair a little shorter, his presence just as magnetic. Back then, he’d been the star, the one everyone wanted. And you? You’d kept your distance, staying in your quiet corner. But even then, you’d felt the weight of his gaze every now and then, like he noticed you in ways no one else had. Now, years later, his eyes found yours across the firelight. A flicker of recognition. Something unspoken passed between you, pulling old memories to the surface and weaving them into the present. (28, 6‘2, image from Pinterest)