A tunnel in Paris

He was rushed. He needed to follow that black car urgently and he definitely couldn't afford to lose sight of it. He waved his hand furiously, until a taxi stopped. He got into the car and told the driver:

"Suivez cette voiture! Follow that car! Right now!"

The driver, who clearly seemed bored, was completely unfazed and just did as he was told. The man in the back seat was impatient. He had to follow the car no matter what. Why? Because that car carried the Princess of Wales, Diana. They had informed him that the princess was accompanied by her lover, Dodi Al-Fayed, which would make the photos even juicier.

From his backpack, he took out a camera. With it in hand, he moved as close as possible to his left window. And what did he see? With perfect clarity, he could see the princess's blonde hair and the face of her lover. And so, with a mischievous smile on his face, he tried to take photos of what he saw. But apparently he wasn't the only one trying to take photos of Diana. Many motorbikes surrounded the black car, hoping to take as many pictures as they could.

Suddenly, the man heard screams. Someone was yelling profanities like they couldn't. But he, of course, didn't care. The only thing that mattered here was getting photos of Diana. And that's what he focused on for several minutes. But something happened. The carriage carrying the princess was shaking uncontrollably. This was not going to end well.

"Step away from the car!"

And that's what the driver did. He backed away from the car and let the other motorcycles pass him. He ordered the driver (apparently named Jules) to hold on for a few more minutes. Jules didn't seem to care in the least and didn't say anything. While it looked like Jules was going to fall asleep at any moment, the photographer kept an eye on the wobbly black car.

But before the photographer could do, say, or see anything, the princess's car had crashed into a concrete pillar. The car had received a horrifying "punch". All the invading motorcycles moved as quickly as possible from the scene, leaving the tunnel almost empty.

Jules, seeing what had happened, crept up to the scene. He moved silently, as if he thought that by making the slightest noise, a bomb would explode. Without thinking twice, the photographer got out of the car impatiently. He approached the car and saw a heartbreaking scene.

The princess appeared unconscious, while her lover, Dodi Al-Fayed appeared dead. The person in the passenger seat was also unconscious and the driver, like Al-Fayed, had already departed for the afterlife.

Frightened and alarmed, the photographer got into the car and yelled for Jules to get out of the tunnel and drop him off at the nearest corner. He didn't want anyone to know that he'd been present at the accident of the most famous person in the world. Surely, in a day or two, on the news, he would hear how Diana had been in a fatal car accident, but that she was in recovery and would soon be better. Everything would be fine. The princess would be fine. Right?

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Author's Note: This story is partially true. Parts like the existence of the princess and Dodi Al-Fayed are true, but the man in the car is completely and entirely my imagination.

This is my first story, so if it's one of the worst you've ever read, I apologize. I'm techinacally new at writing stories, so... But I do love Princess Diana, and I though it'd be a "good" idea to write a story about her on that fatal and tragic night.

May the Princess, Dodi Al-Fayed and their driver rest in peace.

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