Evangeline raised her brow. Skepticism painted her face. But she still stared at what he wanted for her to look. And not even a second that she dinted her eye on the lens, her gasped bounced along the room.
Her view was full of strange colors intermixed together like a painting on a black canvas with no particular forms. Colors intense and out of proportions but harmonious and majestic that it was impossible not to lose in its splendor.
Glancing at the sky, she saw a different view of darkness and twinkling stars. She looked on the lens, and was transported in the universe –– fresh and raw.
"What is it?" she asked, her smile permanently plastered on her face, sweeter than sugar and honey.
"Orion Nebula. It's where the stars are born." Eric smiled. His eyes were turning softer and softer, melting as he stared at her, who was so excited like a kid first time seeing the galaxy.
