The bright smile seemed never fading. The message from last night is the reason. It had hints of her dreams coming true that was to happen by means of lock by a ring to finger. She checked her mobile for the quickest possible route and means of transportation to reach Trocadero gardens at Eiffel tower. She saw snowfall through the window which made her eyes and smile go wide. She adjusted her hair even though it seemed perfect for any normal person. She was normal until last night but not anymore. Her normalness was replaced by a crazy feeling for the guy who asked her to come to Eiffel tower with her favorite long boots, black coat, and with a red umbrella. It was what he remembered when he first laid eyes on her. She took her red umbrella as she walked out of her home. She imagined herself with him under the same red umbrella looking at the Eiffel tower from a distance. She arrived at the bus stop and checked the time. “Probably 50 minutes travel sparing 20 more minutes before 5” she said to herself.
It’s his last job. He had his Glock 9mm semiautomatic next to the photo of the girl with red umbrella on which sun rays fell directly in his dark room. He leaned from darkness to light to look closer into the photo of the girl. His body leaned towards light, but his soul was still in dark struggling with conscience. He had 73 kills in his career as professional killer. His last assignment was the girl in photo. First girl as target in his profession and final obstacle before getting into light. He was ready to quit his profession before accepting this job, but he couldn’t. Because the term to reach his light is to end light of his target. It is how his nature of job worked for people in that profession. His sharp look studied the smile of the girl and he asked for forgiveness in god. He determined to end the light for girl as he closed his eyes. A ray of light passed in front of him as he took his Glock and tucked in his belt as he stood to wear his jacket hanging from chair. He walked out of the empty room.
Only bottom half of the Eiffel tower was visible from Palais de Chaillot square on that snowy day. There were only few people who were witnessing this mesmerizing view of the Eiffel tower with snowfall. The girl with a red umbrella was one of them, standing next to the square which had the closest view of the Eiffel tower. she looked at her phone; “its 5!”, she said to herself. With a bright smile, filled with lots of curiosity and anxiety she looked all around the garden and saw only couples with umbrellas, or those taking pictures together. she was excited as she thought that she too will be soon under her red umbrella, with him.
In the corner of the square there was a café, and under the dimly lit light of the cafe, he stood holding his cup of cappuccino, in a hooded jacket. As he took a sip, it became cold as soon as it passed through his throat. His view of the girl’s face was blurred because of the snowfall, but her body movements clearly conveyed her anxiety as each second passed. He moved towards the steps on right side, towards Trocadero gardens. As he was observing her, a girl who was now looking at the Eiffel tower turned towards him. She saw his cold eyes and he saw her bright smile. people exclaimed “wow” looking at the magnificent Eiffel tower. Both turned to look at the tower.
On the snowy winter day as the sun set early in the evening, the glimmering lights from Eiffel started in the twilight background. Few people took out their cameras to take pictures while some were using their smartphones. Few people just observed it and these two were among them. Soon, glimmering lights stopped and turned into bright golden lights and there was a light beam from the top of the tower. He froze for a couple of moments as this moment ended. The guy took out his phone and sent a text. It said, “I see the light.” As he kept his phone in pocket he looked at her in anticipation for her to look back. Her phone buzzed, after which she came back to reality from the dreamy lights of the Eiffel tower. She read the message, and in shock, lifted her head. As she lifted her head, he took out his Glock and fired a bullet. Noise of the gun shot was suppressed amidst the hustle and bustle of the evening, and the Glock’s suppressor played along. There wasn’t much noise of the gunshot, but some people stared as the body started to collapse. Everyone nearby rushed to help, except her. She turned away from the scene as instructed by her message. She was soon met with the kiss of her beloved, who had sent the message, “Hey! Look back!”. The light passed over killer’s eyes as he stared at the spectacular beam of light, radiating from the Eiffel tower.