I sneak up behind him. I can’t think straight. I feel my eyes are tight, I feel adrenaline in my veins, I feel the handle of the butcher’s knife. But at the same time, I feel nothing. I only feel happy when you’re there. I wish you were here. I wish you loved me back. But you would probably hate me if you knew what I do to your interests… so the knife plunges into his back, and I sink to my knees. I’m a horrible person. Suddenly, you come into view. You look mad. What have I done?
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17/11/2024