What Comes After Love

News-Flash

Ground-breaking news, Vivianne Kaufmann dies of brain tumor

It's always when you know what to say in the moment but the world-flips over dropping the whole weight of the situation onto your shoulders. Flashes blind my eyes as I show up at the gates of the mansion. Hundreds of questions escaping the gaping mouths of the reporters, some irrelevant like, why wouldn't Vivianne tell everyone about it, some wondering how long had we known, yet in reality, we didn't. It was only Vivianne who knew. Vivianne-fucking-Kaufmann. 

But someone said, behind the curtains of dismay and perhaps lost-connection to the world, "Does anyone really know the reality of a woman's life that spent all her life in front of the cameras?" but really, you wouldn't know the life of a woman like my mother in reality, there was no reality for her, the cameras that recorded her were the only reality. In fact, the only thing ever that knew what Vivianne Kaufmann was are either dead or sitting on the top-most shelf of her room.

A camera. A camera that recorded the reality of a woman, if there was one that existed, her life beyond the white curtains and red carpets, the rawest form of Vivianne Kaufmann. To Lilianne it was her mother, that raised her to be a woman, to be the woman. But to the rest of the world it was a way to know the secrets of Vivianne Kaufmann.

Lilianne picked up the camera and connected it to her computer. There were hundreds of folders each named after the creations of her mother. But at the end was an untitled folder. Maybe opening the folder could be for the worst but, Lilianne did it anyway.

There were 2327 videos, 2327 videos that would lead to all the answers.