Those who knew him said he had a strange obsession, others simply thought him mad, but not me, I understood. And if they were there that day like I was, and had seen her like I did, then they would have too. I remember it all like it was yesterday. From the way the wind had caressed her hair, to the pale look in her eyes. From his final touch of her hands, to the click of the cuffs on his, I remember it all. But what I won't forget, can't forget about that day, was the way she had stood there as we were being carted away; a serene little figure against the background of the old lighthouse, the sea and the sand helping to highlight her dim features, like a miniature goddess of sorts. Then for a little moment she had looked at me; one fleeting glance, and I had understood. Sitting at the back of the squad car beside him that day, cuffed as he was, I had known; I would do anything to have her for myself. Today, nine years after his release, I am finally free, and his obsession has become mine. I would search the ends of the earth until I find them, then I'll take her for myself, anyone would... That old lighthouse is my witness...
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