Nathan

Golden Hour They met in the most ordinary way—at a café tucked on the corner of town. He spilled his coffee, she laughed, and somehow that laughter lingered, weaving itself into his days. Months passed, and what began as shy conversations turned into afternoons together, and then into something far deeper—love that felt as natural as breathing. On a late autumn afternoon, they wandered into the woods just outside the town. The air was crisp, the sunlight spilling through the trees in golden ribbons. He reached for her hand, and without hesitation, she gave it. It wasn’t the first time they’d held hands, but this time, it felt different—like a promise neither had spoken yet. They walked along the lake’s edge, where the water caught the glow of the setting sun. The world around them blurred—birdsong, rustling leaves, the quiet hum of the earth—and all that remained was the warmth of their palms pressed together