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Chapter 5: A new routine

2018, Martinique Beach, 9:55 pm

After Eloha's phone call, I decided to stay on the deserted beach. Her call did not last very long but enough to make me understand that I should have warned her before leaving. She almost burst into tears several times and against all expectations it did not do anything to me. Seeing my sister in this state, I expected to feel guilty but I felt absolutely nothing. In my heart I think I left to accomplish a kind of revenge. In my heart I think I digested the fact that she did not listen to me when I told her that her boyfriend was a junk. I tried to help him by saying that without even realizing that I was ruining his happiness.

 I crouch and then lie down on the sand. I put my hands impregnated with the smell of the sea on my tired eyes. I still think that Eloha is happy to no longer have me at home. She gives birth in two months. She's going to have a wonderful child, I'm sure. Exactly like his mother. And she will be a great mom. The advantage in the death of our parents is that this test gave him a training to raise a child.

This is the first time I see a sunset of such beauty. I am subjugated.

Behind me, I hear footsteps, the sound of which is lost muffled in the atmosphere of the beach. I turn around abruptly and ...

- Clark?!?!

Nope but it's a joke! He installed a plotter on my phone this guy?

- Excuse me Axelle but your keys fell from your pocket when you went down the stairs.

I get up at once to pick up my keys with my precious key ring.

- Thank you very much Clark! But how did you know that I was on the beach?

- I did not know. However I thought you'd need it so I headed for the alley where I met you the other night thinking that you would go there to go home. But on the road I saw you on the beach so here.

- Well thank you ... it's nice of you, I say in a whisper.

- You're welcome. See you tomorrow at work!

He gives me a brief wave of the hand then turns on his heels.

For some reason, I come home a little sad. Rowanne asks me how was this first day of work, I do not answer and I'm going to lock myself in my room. I spend the evening crying, emptying myself and it makes me very good. I do not cry because I feel sad, I only cry because I need it. Sometimes it feels good to externalize everything and it's been a long time since I've done it. I get up, look at myself in the mirror of my room and smile. A frank and honest smile decorates my corpse face and my eight-meter rings due to my crying.

I take my phone and watch the time. 11:55 p.m.. I did not eat and yet I'm not hungry. I suddenly feel an extreme weariness. I slip into my sheets and fall asleep immediately.

This morning I wake up very early. I look at the dial of my cell phone and he tells me 5:30. I sit on the edge of my bed and rub my eyes. I leave them closed a moment and I think back to the evening of yesterday. On Eloha's phone call, Clark's visit to the beach. The beach ... I realize that I really like this place. The waves, the soft sand, the dikes, the gulls ... It relaxes me. I get up and head to the window to lift the blinds. When this is done, I am dazzled by the beauty of the sunrise.

Rowanne's house overlooks the sea. This is one of the most magnificent sunrise I have ever seen. Or one of the most beautiful that I agreed to see. Not to see, rather ... to watch. It's different. I do not remember the sunrise that I saw in my life because precisely, I was only seeing them. See. Without emotion. With my two eyes more empty than the other. It feels good to find only an ounce of humanity.

I arrive at 8:45 am at work. I meet the plump woman of the last time. She is all smiles.

- Hello Miss Scott!

She is holding a huge pile of several photos piled up. The pile is so big that I can barely see his head.

- Hello, you need help maybe? I suggested.

- Oh yes with great pleasure, I take a part of the pile of hands, it's very nice of you!

- You're welcome.

We turn to the right to take the elevator. In this small cabin, we do not speak. We wait for time to go by watching the floors scroll patiently. Arrived on the floor requested, we go out and I follow it. I guess she wants to put the pictures so I do not ask questions. She brings me to an unknown room for me. After arranging her hairstyle she turns room for me. I see her stack on the desk and I imitate her.

- In my memories we have not had the opportunity to present officially, she extends my hand widening her smile, my name is Aaren Moore, manager of the photographic team.

- Enchanted. You already know me, I suppose.

- Exactly! I am glad to have met you this morning because it is I who is responsible for granting you your first "mission".

- I would not do it with my ... heum ... collaborator?

- Not this one. Follow me.

She brings me into a corridor that leads to a room with marked "Creation". She puts her hand on the handle before looking at me, full of mischief in her eyes.

- Dear Axelle, here is your new place of work.

- Wow!

- There are better ones but you are only in trial period.

- Do you allow me to take a picture?

- Of course...

- After all, it's your job!

End of chapter 5

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