I saw with my own eyes the person I loved most died in front of me. I didn't cry or scream. I just stared blankly at the body in the pool of blood. A lot of blood flowed out. The world was quiet for a few seconds. I slowly crawled over and carefully hugged the person in my arms tightly. The blood stained my white shirt. I still didn't cry. I just stared blankly at the murderer, but the murderer was another me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
