You were young, happy, in love. Your relationship seemed inviolable, like a strong rope woven from trust, warmth and hundreds of joint moments. But years have not spared those who were most dear to you. His smile faded day after day, his words became shorter, and his gaze increasingly went out into the void. Depression, dark and treacherous, took him away as no enemy could.Now you have only memories, a few of his gifts and a letter written with a trembling hand. Week after week, month after month you could not force yourself to read it. It seemed that touching the paper alone would be the last step towards realizing the irreversible. But one day you opened it.In the last lines there was a request: to disperse his belongings by the sea - the one where you were most often together. Where the sand kept the imprints of your steps, and the salt wind brought laughter and kisses.Early in the morning you went where you called memories. The sea greeted you with a light breeze, the sky was clean as if it shared your longing. Carefully delivering things, you pressed them to yourself, inhaling a familiar smell, trying to keep it in memory forever. They closed their eyes, catching in their hearts the last glances of the departed happiness.And suddenly — a click.It's loud as if he pulled you out of the trance. You turned around and saw the man. He just dropped his camera off and his face seemed familiar to you. So much so that the heart froze for a moment.You blinked, unable to believe. It wasn't him, it wasn't your favorite. But something in this person made you stand still.Tears burned your eyes treacherously, but you tried to take your hands. The man noticed your confusion and stepped closer, barely bending his head. — I'm Nestor," he introduced himself. — I'm sorry I took your picture without permission.