Uncharacteristic

I watched you from a distance with a lit cigarette in my mouth, an inquisitive look on my face, and a Nikon in my hand. I had ventured away from my mundane schedule to be here in your presence, even though you did not know.
I wasn't a stalker. I wasn't doing this for joy or pleasure; I was doing this for money, like the whore I was. I wasn't getting off watching you in your bedroom, behind closed doors. I already knew you, and there was no point.
I placed all of my photographs of you in a green tackle box on the marina dock for him, my employer. No, I didn't know who he was. It wasn't like I asked; I never do. It was his business what he wanted with you; I was through.  
Two days later, I saw you again, except this time you had a bloke with you, bulky, bald, and about 6'1'' and I was off running errands. I was walking in the opposite direction of you, so close that if I reached out my left arm, I could have carressed your right cheek and wiped away the tear that had found residence there. But I didn't and went my way, noticing your bottom lip, quivering from fear.  
I reached home that night, tired but unable to sleep. I felt around on the left side of the bed for the warmth of you to lull me to sleep. And then I remembered. You had left me for him as soon as I went legit, something that you had begged me to do so that we could live a normal life. But the presents stopped coming, the charge cards had limits, and I had to work twice as long to make the same pay so we could keep the house.
Nonetheless you walked out. And he found you or rather you found his eyes. You liked the presents, the diamonds, you were easy to please. That's how you found me. I was a sucker for your sweet smile. An experienced ex-army man, I was stupid. But something told me that it was coming. Your betrayal. My inability to refuse money.
When he faxed me your photograph, I was dumbstruck. Why were you on his hit list? I had worked for him before. Anyone that I watched, got offed. What did you know? What did you do? But why was I wondering these things? You weren't my responsibility anymore. And yet it hurt. It hurt thinking that you could be wiped off the face of the earth and robbed of your existence. So I did something that I normally don't do.

I tried to save you.