I picked up a pillow and pressed it down. He struggled for a long time... And suffocated. Just like the last lingering moment, it transcended reason, surpassed nature, and sank together with the world.
"I want to have one last meal with you. Today is the first anniversary of the day we met." I said.
"Okay." He said with great difficulty.
We all know what happened. He stayed in the room with his first love all night behind my back. No need to open the sunroof, no need to fire an extra shot.
But my tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
Do I love him too much?
No!
I thought, there must be something wrong.
I picked up the pillow and pressed it again.
Then he took out the special straw and opened his beautiful eyes...
He seemed to "come alive".
Explanation: [The heroine did not "kill anyone"; there is no "dead person" in the full text]
Purpose: Self-love
