misha9999999

Everyone new that he had a talent. Creating characters, capturing
faces. Looking you right in the eyes in that moment when the flash
goes off and remembering you forever. His parents had a house that
they had put up for sale. Far away from the city. Far away from
everything, but a house non the less. It was a perfect sanctuary
from the outside world - with no furniture, bare walls and dirty
floor. A place that was still breathing, still alive and filled with
memories. They were friends - him and her. For some reason, though,
she rarely spoke about him. One night we were laying in bed,
it was late and the red light from my indian lamps was lingering on
the wall creating strange dreamy shadows. She told me about
a little trip they took together to that house and how he
shot all these portraits of her there. It didn't surprise me
at all that he would ask her and it definitely didn't surprise
me that she would agree to do it. Some time passed since then.
Last night I had to meet someone down at my old school (it's
really strange how I keep coming back to that place). I went
downstairs to the darkroom to say hello to a friend of mine who
I knew was there and talked to him while he was working on
some enlargements. Of course it was dark, but the red lights
were on and I could see the edges of the tables, trays with
chemicals, some prints laying scattered here and there.
They have these big glass containers where you submerge your
prints in the water and let them sit there for a while -
to wash the chemicals away or something. In one of those
I saw her face. It was a print from that shoot a while back.
A close-up. Her eyes were shut, those lips that used
to drive me crazy tightly closed. Just like I remembered.
So I stood there in the dark, looking at her face floating
in the water so peacefully, as if sleeping or dead. And
the red lights threw strange shadows once again. And nobody
knew what was going on inside my head... I left that place
completely shattered....