[ WP ] An artist skilled in photorealism loses a loved one . He/she starts creating pictures of their late loved one , posts them onto social media and creates fake stories to give them context .

Its been three months since she fell overboard. I look at the picture of us together and I can almost feel Claire's hand. She always loved sunsets. 
 
 
 Eight countries without stopping longer than two days in each place. Its exhausting but essential so I can meet people without them guessing I'm travelling alone. `` We've gone our separate ways for a few days'' I tell them. 
 
 
 Claire has looked forward to this trip for two years. I held the crippled piece of paper in my hand with twenty lines crossed off. Only one remains. The last wish. I've started thinking about it as her resting place. I'm probably mentally disturbed. 
 
 
 I passed the camera to a foreign tourist, they're the best. Not too many questions. Snap, snap, snap. `` Just one more please, it has to be perfect''. They did n't understand but continued to take pictures as long as I looked animated. They laughed when handing back the camera. Probably thought it was a joke. A pretend friend or something. Ha, yeah. Real funny. 
 
 
 Back at the hotel I crossed the last line off the list after hours of editing. Those big green eyes, huge smile and her personality radiating from the image. One big wave took it all away as she slipped into the dark. 
 
 
 In trying to bring her closer to me I'll be ostracising our family and friends. They wont understand. But I'm not ready to move on. Not yet. 
 
 
 Sipping my drink I write a letter on the back of the crumpled paper to no one in particular about my thoughts. It makes the situation feel better. I could leave it a mystery but I have to tell my story. I title the letter a'wave and a blade'. 
 
 
 In the last seconds I realise I've got more to add to the letter but the blood will mark the paper. Its just better to sit back in the bath and wait for the end. 
 
 
 As I feel sleepy I know no one will add photos of me to pictures apart from the newspapers. As I look at the photos in my hand I know our trip was complete. Together.
