The last time he saw her was a week ago. Now he was sure that it is her. He still didn’t have an idea how to come closer to her and learn what she needs most. He was fond of her. And could have fallen in love with her. But he did not want his feelings to be in conflict with his decision.
Several days later he thought about renting some photographic equipment. During several sleepless nights he learned all basic terminology connected with photo shooting. At dawn, he set out for two beautiful spots to take several enchanting photos of the rising sun. He developed them, showed to a professional photographer who praised them, and felt ready.
“Hello, I do not talk to strange girls usually, but I have been sitting here for a long time, looking at your face illuminated by the sun rays. And your features… You are very photogenic, I would like to take several landscape photos of you.” He said breathlessly to the girl he had been watching for some time already.
“Photos? Of me? This must be a joke. Besides, how can I be sure that you are not a criminal who stalks young and innocent girls and sells them for white trafficking?” She laughed, but remained slightly nervous.
“Oh yes, I did not suspect that I may look like this kind of a person. I am sorry. But I will leave you my card in case you change your mind. Will you trust me when I tell you that I will organize the shooting session in a public place?” He smiled warmly. He knew that she will consent to his proposal. Or at least he really wanted this to happen.
They arranged the meeting several days later in the most crowded park in the city. He felt a bit nervous. He did not want her to notice that he was such a pseudo-professional.
“How long have you been shooting?” She asked. She was dressed in a blue nuanced dress. She looked stunningly.
“For three years only. Mostly wildlife photos, you know. That is why I am a bit nervous. I have never photographed a woman, not to mention such a beautiful woman.” He admitted, almost honestly.
“Really? I have a feeling that you know precisely what to do. And you say this only to encourage me to have my picture taken.” She smiled. Camera shutter was triggered.
“Hey, what are you doing?” She instinctively covered her face with a hand, laughing even louder.
“And I thought that you have agreed for a photo shoot, haven’t you?” He looked at her from above the reflex camera body.
“Ok, ok, just promise you will not show it to anybody! Otherwise, I will be really angry with you.” She waved her finger at him and frowned in a funny way.
The shutter clicked again.
“Incredible”! Is that really me?”
Two weeks had passed and she was already sitting at his house, feeling comfortable. They were looking together at the first effects of their collaboration.
“I told you, you are photogenic!” He admitted, quite honestly. He looked sideways at her. She was looking at developed negative prints of herself with an embarrassed smile.
Over the last few days they became very close. He did not want to fell in love with her, but he new that this is unavoidable. When they spent a night together he confessed that he wants everything what’s best for her. And when he saw how he is crying over the another payment call regarding the credit for an apartment bought by her already deceased parents, he knew that it is high time to do what ha had been planning for such a long
“Hello, how can I help you?” Policeman’s voice came from behind the bars.
“I would like to give you some information about a lethal car accident. Two people died on the spot. I caused this.” He said and everything has started.
For several days he would not answer her calls. She was worried that something happened. Suddenly, in a postal box she found a letter addressed to her. There were no stamp or a sender details. She opened the letter without a delay:
I couldn’t have hidden all of this this before you. Our last days together were the most precious in my life. You cured my heart for a moment, for a moment I forgot about you. But I couldn’t lie to you about my identity.
I am not a photographer. I invented the entire story to get to know you a little better. To know your story. I didn’t lie saying that you are a beautiful woman. I didn’t lie saying that I have fallen in love with you, and that I could do everything for you. Yes, literally everything.
It was late in the evening. I was coming back late after work. I was working overtime again. I was driving a dark road. It was a dreary, rainy night. In an instant I closed my eyes and heard a loud crack. I was really lucky. Almost nothing has happened to me. But when I dashed out of the car I saw two people lying on the road. I checked their pulse, but they were already dead. I panicked. Came back to my damaged car and run away. Afterwards I wasn’t able to sleep peacefully. Day after day I was pondering about what I had done. I even heard from my friends about this horrible accident, but still I would not admit that I committed this crime. I killed your parents.
I know that I was the source of your personal tragedy, of your numerous financial problems. I wanted to meet you and find out what you need most, so that I could make up for all I had done.
When you are reading this letter I am already imprisoned. I volunteered to finish my sentence. There are keys to my apartment in your envelope. Once you drive there, you will find an appendix in my living room, so that you could become its owner. I took care of everything, you will only need to sign it. You can sell my apartment to pay out your parent’s mortgage credit.
This is the only way I can compensate you for all the harm I did to you. I know that it is decisively not to much. But please, do not hesitate, do not let your pride win you over, do not throw my key away. I also beg you to start everything all over again. You are exceptional and deserve everything what’s best and most beautiful.