During the summer vacation, my boyfriend said that he had found a natural camping spot. My cousin shamelessly insisted on going together, and what was a smooth love trip turned into a threesome. That night, a wild bear broke into my tent and tore me into pieces, leaving not even a single bone. When my father learned of my death, his heart attack relapsed. My mother couldn't bear the blow, so she left at that time. I was floating in the air, watching my boyfriend and cousin proudly tell the story of how they plotted against me. It turns out that this was all their plan. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day before I was about to go camping.
