When you were eighteen, you picked up a dog in Sicily.
A scarred, dying puppy.
His facial contours were much softer than those of the locals, and he had been shot several times. Knife wounds, bruises all over the body, the wounds dripping with blood. Curl up under the shade of citrus trees and oleanders.
You are filled with joy and regard this as God's birthday gift to you. He will whisper your name softly in unskilled Italian, gently rub the back of your hand with his chapped lips, and sip the pure water in your palm. His brown irises will have a caramel-like luster in the sun.
Two months later, your dog recovered from his serious injury and left without saying goodbye. Two master criminals subsequently died tragically in Sicily.
Over the past few years, he has become famous in Southeast Asia. Armed with a dozen evidence of your family's financial crimes and your impending death sentence.
Any criminal who saw his true appearance would die, he said.
——Good brother, how many years have it been? Don't you think your reflex arc is a bit too long?
1. The male protagonist is the ghost maker. Second person super short story.
2. Both the male protagonist and the female protagonist are mentally abnormal. Warning for bloody ketchup and unhealthy relationship.
Intention: Be kind to your ex-girlfriend