My victim was my dearest lover, we were together for almost fifteen years.
But that's it, I killed her and she became my victim.
I personally killed her with my car. I clearly remember running over her more than ten times.
I killed her, one rainy night, just after she came out of another woman's arms.
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Short story, a bit dark
Please forgive me for the fragmented language and thinking.
Personally, I think the ending of this article is an endless loop.
Conception: