Save them

The two of us agreed and quickly headed out to the car that was waiting out front of the packhouse.

As we were driving out of the pack lands, we passed by the Blue Lake.

“Can we stop really quickly?”

Wyatt nodded, pulling the car off to the side of the road.

I rushed out, looking down over the edge of the hill.

The lake was truly beautiful. Something that you would buy a photograph of and put it above your couch in your living room.

The way the sun glistened off of the deep, blue water was breathtaking and so peaceful. Large birds dipped low, their wings nearly touching the top of the water as they flew. A family of turtles sat on the shore line basking in the sun.

I pulled out my phone, snapping a picture of the lake, but I didn’t like the angle. I sat down, leaning back, and turning the phone sideways.

Looking at the new photo, it was perfect.

I bit my bottom lip, “Would you..... take a picture with me?”

Wyatt tilted his head and a wide smile spread acro