"Why, why do you do this to me?" I screamed hoarsely with grief. "I'm sorry, tide, I'm sorry. He said that as long as I kill you, I can get everything I want. So, I beg you, go die!" He was shot in the chest again, this time it was the heart. His body couldn't bear it and fell hard down the cliff. It was all over. There would be no more sadness or sadness. ． ． ． ． ．