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STILL YOU(PART 3)- THE PHOTOGRAPH
<p><br/></p><p>Lauretta looked at Elias.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then at the photograph.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then back at Elias.</p><p><br/></p><p>"That's not an answer."</p><p><br/></p><p>"I know."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Who is she?"</p><p><br/></p><p>He slipped one hand into his pocket.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Someone I knew."</p><p><br/></p><p>"That's incredibly vague."</p><p><br/></p><p>"It was a long time ago."</p><p><br/></p><p>Lauretta studied his face.</p><p><br/></p><p>"You look uncomfortable."</p><p><br/></p><p>"I am."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Why?"</p><p><br/></p><p>He glanced at the photograph again.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Because you look exactly like her."</p><p><br/></p><p>Lauretta laughed.</p><p><br/></p><p>It came out too quickly.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Excuse me?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"I didn't say that."</p><p><br/></p><p>"You absolutely did."</p><p><br/></p><p>"I said you look like her."</p><p><br/></p><p>"That's worse."</p><p><br/></p><p>He smiled faintly.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I'm aware."</p><p><br/></p><p>She folded her arms.</p><p><br/></p><p>"How long ago was this?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Twenty years."</p><p><br/></p><p>Lauretta's smile disappeared.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Twenty?"</p><p><br/></p><p>He nodded.</p><p><br/></p><p>"How old were you?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Fourteen."</p><p><br/></p><p>She looked at the photograph again.</p><p><br/></p><p>The woman couldn't have been much older than sixteen.</p><p><br/></p><p>Young.</p><p><br/></p><p>Beautiful.</p><p><br/></p><p>And strangely familiar.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Who was she?"</p><p><br/></p><p>Elias was quiet.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then</p><p><br/></p><p>"I don't know."</p><p><br/></p><p>Lauretta frowned.</p><p><br/></p><p>"You took the photograph."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Yes."</p><p><br/></p><p>"You knew her."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Yes."</p><p><br/></p><p>"And you don't know who she was?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"No."</p><p><br/></p><p>"That's impossible."</p><p><br/></p><p>"I know."</p><p><br/></p><p>He looked at her.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I found the photograph years later."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Where?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"My father's house."</p><p><br/></p><p>Lauretta waited.</p><p><br/></p><p>"That sounds like the beginning of a very complicated story."</p><p><br/></p><p>"It probably is."</p><p><br/></p><p>She smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Are you going to tell me?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Not tonight."</p><p><br/></p><p>She raised an eyebrow.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Why?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Because you're looking at me like you're going to spend the entire evening interrogating me."</p><p><br/></p><p>"I wasn't planning to."</p><p><br/></p><p>"You were."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Maybe."</p><p><br/></p><p>He laughed.</p><p><br/></p><p>And just like that, the tension broke.</p><p><br/></p><p>The music continued around them.</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone passed with a tray of champagne.</p><p><br/></p><p>Elias picked up two glasses.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Come."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Where?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Somewhere quieter."</p><p><br/></p><p>He led her toward a balcony overlooking the city.</p><p><br/></p><p>The night air was cool.</p><p><br/></p><p>Lauretta rested her hands on the railing.</p><p><br/></p><p>For a while, neither spoke.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then Elias stood beside her.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I owe you an explanation."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Eventually."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Eventually?"</p><p><br/></p><p>She turned toward him.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I'm not going to force you."</p><p><br/></p><p>He looked at her.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Why?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Because I don't know you well enough to demand your secrets."</p><p><br/></p><p>Something softened in his expression.</p><p><br/></p><p>"You should."</p><p><br/></p><p>"What?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Know me."</p><p><br/></p><p>She smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I'm working on it."</p><p><br/></p><p>He looked at her for a long moment.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then he reached for her hand.</p><p><br/></p><p>Slowly.</p><p><br/></p><p>Giving her enough time to pull away.</p><p><br/></p><p>She didn't.</p><p><br/></p><p>His fingers closed around hers.</p><p><br/></p><p>Warm.</p><p><br/></p><p>Steady.</p><p><br/></p><p>Familiar.</p><p><br/></p><p>Lauretta looked down at their hands.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Have we done this before?"</p><p><br/></p><p>The question slipped out before she could stop it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Elias went still.</p><p><br/></p><p>She looked up.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I don't know why I asked that."</p><p><br/></p><p>Neither did he.</p><p><br/></p><p>But he didn't let go.</p><p><br/></p><p>"No," he said quietly.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then, after a pause—</p><p><br/></p><p>"Not in this life."</p><p><br/></p><p>Lauretta stared at him.</p><p><br/></p><p>He seemed surprised by his own words.</p><p><br/></p><p>She smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>"That was a strange thing to say."</p><p><br/></p><p>"I know."</p><p><br/></p><p>"Very strange."</p><p><br/></p><p>"I know."</p><p><br/></p><p>She laughed.</p><p><br/></p><p>He smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>And somehow, the moment became less strange.</p><p><br/></p><p>They stayed on the balcony for another hour.</p><p><br/></p><p>Talking.</p><p><br/></p><p>About nothing.</p><p><br/></p><p>About everything.</p><p><br/></p><p>When Elias finally drove her home, he walked her to the door.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Thank you for tonight."</p><p><br/></p><p>"I should be thanking you."</p><p><br/></p><p>"For what?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"For giving me something to think about."</p><p><br/></p><p>She smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I already had enough."</p><p><br/></p><p>He laughed.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Goodnight, Lauretta."</p><p><br/></p><p>She reached for the door.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Elias?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Yes?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Next time, tell me about the girl."</p><p><br/></p><p>He looked at her.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I will."</p><p><br/></p><p>She opened the door.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then stopped.</p><p><br/></p><p>"And Elias?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Yes?"</p><p><br/></p><p>She smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I liked the photograph."</p><p><br/></p><p>His expression softened.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I know."</p><p><br/></p><p>She closed the door.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>At 1:17 that morning, Elias returned to his study.</p><p><br/></p><p>He opened an old wooden drawer.</p><p><br/></p><p>Inside was the original photograph.</p><p><br/></p><p>The same lake.</p><p><br/></p><p>The same girl.</p><p><br/></p><p>The same handwriting on the back.</p><p><br/></p><p>He turned it over.</p><p><br/></p><p>There were only four words.</p><p><br/></p><p>You always find me.</p><p><br/></p><p>Elias stared at them.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then looked at the photograph again.</p><p><br/></p><p>At the girl.</p><p><br/></p><p>At the face that had haunted a part of his memory for twenty years.</p><p><br/></p><p>And for the first time, he noticed something he had never noticed before.</p><p><br/></p><p>In the corner of the photograph, reflected faintly in the lake—</p><p><br/></p><p>was a second person.</p><p><br/></p><p>A boy.</p><p><br/></p><p>Fourteen years old.</p><p><br/></p><p>Elias.</p><p><br/></p><p>Standing beside her.</p><p><br/></p><p>Holding her hand.</p><p><br/></p><p>He dropped the photograph.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because he had never remembered being there.</p>

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