It Was Raining the Day He Killed Me

The night he was stabbed to death by his beloved with the knife I gave him, he said sorry with red eyes and said he would understand after ten years. Open your eyes again and go back to 2015. I made arrangements in advance to personally send him to prison and find out the truth about that stabbing. But the more I checked, the more panicked he became - he blocked a car accident for me, knelt down for me against my enemies, and looked at me exactly as he did the day he killed me. Until he discovered that his younger brother had died unjustly in a detention center at the age of seventeen. I was suddenly afraid. I'm not afraid of dying again. I'm afraid that the day the truth comes out, I will kneel down and beg him to kill me again.