After Emily left, Benjamin wandered alone in the apartment, his steps heavy and slow. In the corridor of the apartment, the people in the photos seemed to be watching him silently, and each painting seemed to tell the ancient secrets of Benjamin's family. The people in those paintings, whether they were solemn ancestors or smiling children, seemed to have an insight beyond time, which made Benjamin feel an invisible pressure.
In the darkroom, the dim light of the red light made the whole space mysterious and quiet. The red light cast a mysterious color on everything in the room, as if isolating it from the real world. Benjamin walked in and closed the door, as if isolating all the troubles of the outside world. Here, there are only him and those undeveloped films, and the secrets hidden in the films.
Hanging on the wall are various photos, some of which have turned yellow, and some are still as fresh as yesterday. Each photo is a story, a moment, a captured fragment of time. Benjamin's eyes wandered over these photos, and he could feel the emotions and stories behind each photo. Here is his family history, his personal memories, and the omens he is trying to interpret.
Various tools are scattered on the workbench, including scissors, film, developer and fixer. These tools are the tools he uses to reveal the truth and to create art. He gently touches these tools and feels their texture. They are an extension of him and a bridge for him to communicate with the world.
In a corner of the room, there is an old enlarger, and its lens seems to be able to see everything. Benjamin turned on the enlarger, and under the red light, the image on the film began to gradually appear. He focused on adjusting the focus and observing every detail of the image. In the process, his mind was at peace and his troubles were temporarily forgotten.
He opened a drawer and took out a stack of photos, all of which he had taken recently in the town. Each photo is a story, a moment, a clue that may change his fate. He spread the photos on the workbench and examined them carefully, trying to find some pattern, some omen.
Benjamin's eyes finally stopped on a special photo, which was taken of Emily and Alex at the banquet. In the photo, they were talking happily, but a strange light passed between them, connecting their figures together. The light was unlike any known light source, it seemed to have its own will, its own life.
Benjamin felt an ominous premonition in his heart, and he felt an urgent need to protect Emily. He knew that this was not just a photo, it was an omen, a warning about the future. He decided to take action, no matter what the cost, he would protect Emily from the impending disaster.
He placed the photo on the table and stared at the light, trying to decipher more secrets from it. His fingers gently touched the surface of the photo, as if he could feel the mysterious power. He knew that he had to find the answer as soon as possible, because time was running out.
Benjamin took a deep breath, letting the chemical smell in the darkroom fill his chest. He closed his eyes and let his mind communicate with the photos. His inner monologue unfolded in silence: "Emily, you don't know that you are in danger. I saw those signs, I felt those warnings. I don't know if I can stop the coming disaster, but I know that I must try."
He stood up and walked to the corner of the darkroom, where there was an old divination book, the pages were yellowed and the edges were worn. He opened the book, looking for possible clues, those secrets that might reveal the future. He knew that he must use all his knowledge and skills to protect the one he loved.
It was late at night, and Benjamin was still busy in the darkroom, his eyes always stayed on the abnormal photo. He knew that he had to find the answer as soon as possible, and he had to protect Emily. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, and he would not let anything hurt her.
In that manor full of ancient charm, Sophia's mood was like being invaded by the cold wind of winter, and her heart was filled with deep thoughts for Alex. She stood on the stone floor of the kitchen, surrounded by busy servants, their movements were quick and orderly, but she seemed out of tune with this busy world.
The fire burned warmly in the fireplace, and the firelight reflected her face, reflecting her inner anxiety and uneasiness. The soup in the pot rolled under the licking of the flames, and the aroma emitted should have been refreshing, but for Sophia, this aroma was like a call from afar, reminding her of Alex's departure and the emptiness in her heart.
Her movements became mechanical and lifeless, and the wooden spoon in her hand stirred unconsciously in the soup pot, but her mind had already flown far away, to the man who made her heart beat. She recalled the time they spent together, those afternoons strolling under the corridor of the manor, those evenings whispering in the garden, and the deep and complex eyes when he left. She couldn't help asking herself if he was also like her, full of reluctance and deep longing in his heart.
Sophia stopped her work, and her steps led her to the kitchen window involuntarily. She pushed open the heavy wooden window, and a cold wind blew in her face, and she couldn't help shivering. In the garden outside, roses were blooming, and the red flowers swayed in the wind, as if mocking her helplessness, and as if encouraging her to be brave. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but her heart could not calm down, like the surface of a lake blown by the wind, with ripples constantly.
She knew that she had to find a way to express her feelings, and she had to let Alex know her feelings. But she was also afraid, afraid of being rejected, afraid of losing him, and afraid that her feelings were just wishful thinking. Her mood was like a roller coaster, sometimes full of hope, and sometimes falling to the bottom. This uncertainty made her feel extremely tired.
Sophia closed her eyes, and she tried to erase the image of Alex in her mind, the man with melancholy in his eyes, the existence that always made her feel at ease. She knew that no matter what the outcome was, she had to face her feelings bravely, because true love was worth her risk and pursuit. She opened her eyes and was determined. She would write a letter to express all her thoughts and uneasiness. No matter what the outcome was, at least she would not leave any regrets.
As night fell, Benjamin was still busy in the darkroom, his eyes always on the abnormal photo. He knew that he had to find the answer as soon as possible, and he had to protect Emily. His eyes revealed firmness and determination, and he would not let anything hurt her.
Sophia sat quietly in the corner of the kitchen, which was the most secluded corner of the manor, as if even time had slowed down here. She held a glass of crimson red wine in her hand, and the wine sparkled like a gem under the candlelight. Her eyes were blurred, and through the thin wine glass, she seemed to see her own reflection, a woman troubled by emotions, a soul hesitant in front of love.
Her heart was full of uncertainty about the future, and this uncertainty made her feel both excited and scared. She knew that she was standing at a crossroads in her life, and every choice could change her fate. She had to make a choice, she had to face her feelings, this was a reality she could not escape.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to engrave his scent deeply into her memory. She knew that she had to tell Alex how much she missed him, how much she loved him, and how much she wanted him. She couldn't let her hesitation and fear become obstacles between them.
Sophia stood up, her steps were firm and powerful, and her eyes were shining with determination. She drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and the wine was as warm and strong as her determination. She walked to the desk, picked up the quill, and prepared to write down her heart. She knew that this letter might change her life, but she also knew that she had to do it.
She began to write, and every stroke was filled with her emotions. She described the good times they had spent together, she expressed her deep longing for him, and she confessed her love for him. Her words were like her heart, both gentle and firm. She finished writing the last sentence and gently put down the quill, her heart filled with anticipation and anxiety.
She folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and sealed it with wax. She knew that this letter would be the first step for her to express her feelings to Alex, and also the beginning of her facing her own feelings. She took a deep breath and prepared to hand the letter to the messenger. Her heart was filled with uncertainty about the future, but also full of hope.