At first, Lucien chatted with me like a friend.
Later, he grew quieter, letting me take center stage in front of the camera.
“My life can be divided into three parts.”
“The first eighteen years: losing my father in middle school, my mother in high school, with no siblings, going to college alone, living alone.”
“The middle six years: falling in love, building a business, making money.”
“The last three years: illness and a decaying heart.”
When talking about my parents, from handling two funerals to visiting two graves alone:
“They loved me very much, but they left too early. That’s a flaw they should fix in their next life.”
When discussing my business venture, working alone on a project for six straight months:
“That was my first big payday! I decided to buy a house. I thought, ‘I have a home again.”
When recounting my illness, from despair to hope, back to despair, and finally acceptance:
“I guess it’s fate. I only regret wasting so much time in that hospital room.”
We recorded until midnight, by which time my body had reached its limit.
Although Lucien had said he’d treat me like a normál person, my pale complexion still frightened him, making him both concerned and guilty.
I mustered my last bit of dignity to see him out.
When I returned, I collapsed onto the bed, sinking into darkness within three seconds.
The next day when I opened my eyes, it was already noon.
I’d slept for so long.
After tidying up, I opened the door and jumped at the sight of an unidentifiable mass on the floor.
Looking closer, I realized it was Lucien.
Seeing me emerge, he slowly rose against the wall, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief.
My eyes caught his bloodshot ones and the filming equipment laid out on the floor. I immediately had a suspicion, though it seemed hard to believe.
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“You didn’t leave last night? You stayed guard all night?”
He tried to explain, but his sleep deprived brain was sluggish, and he stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to underestimate you. Please don’t be angry.”
He was actually apologizing.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Sighing, I helped pick up the equipment from the floor: “Go get some rest.”
He walked away unsteadily, so I took his arm and placed it over my shoulder for support.
Feeling him stiffen, I teased, “Has the great director never had a girlfriend? Or never had a girl’s shoulder to lean
on?”
He was unexpectedly innocent.
Then a muffled voice came from above my head: “No.“–
Now both of us were embarrassed.
Two days later, Lucien and I saw Lake Sevan from the mountaintop church.
I was savoring the feeling of my still–beating heart.
Lucien pointed his camera at me, capturing the moment.
Without inhibition, I laughed freely, following my heart’s desire.
I shouted: “Being alive is so addictive!”
I didn’t notice the catch in the breath of the man beside me.
I directed Lucien: “Stand still, stand still, it’s time to show off my skills.”
He put away his bulky camera and obediently followed my instructions.
But after all my efforts, I was deeply disappointed with myself.
How could I make such a sunny, handsome person look like a dopey, honest dog?
I wanted to delete the photos, but Lucien urgently stopped me.
“Don’t delete them–send them all to me!”
What a strange person, voluntarily keeping his embarrassing photos. Perhaps it was an artistic quirk.
After finishing our Armenian journey, I rushed to visit other places.
Lucien dutifully followed by my side.
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He filmed my documentary, and I took unflattering photos of him.
These days were quite happy.
But as the old saying goes–happy days are always short.
Half a month later, after dinner one evening, Lucien invited me to watch the latest cut his team had sent over.
Halfway through, I accidentally fell asleep.
When I woke up, Lucien was looking at me with hesitation.
I cursed myself for being rude and quickly apologized: “I’m sorry, I’ve been quite tired lately.”
But he said: “I’m the one who should apologize.”
I had an ominous feeling.
Then I heard his confession: “While you were asleep, I answered your phone.”
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