5

“Sometimes I recall the day we met at the Christmas market. It wasn’t anything special, just a nice walk, some food and talking.” she said it with such a pure smile that for a brief moment I forgot her desire to kill this man. It was obvious that this was a memory very dear to her heart.

“We were not even close friends,” she then continued, “but I would definitely save a special place in my heart for him. He seemed like a good person. At least at that time.”

“Did you love him?”

“Yes.”

“What about now?”

She answered nothing but silence. Gently running her hand through his hair, she then abruptly grabbed and pulled it. Unfortunately for her, the victim didn’t feel a thing and continued watching short videos on his phone.

“You know, throughout my life I really tried to be a kind and understanding person. I was never afraid to admit my own mistakes and always gave other people chances to become better. Because that’s how we people improve and become better versions of ourselves.” her voice started to tremble. “I should have cut this person out of my life after that day at the Christmas market. Instead, I decided to do charity and give chances. And this is exactly what led me to death. How ironic.”

It happened on the third Sunday of July. Summer has always been her favorite season, with sunny days full of interesting activities and cool nights on the balcony with a view of the star-studded sky.

“During this time of the year I always felt like a butterfly. I was free.”

It was Sunday night when the whole city seemed to have already fallen asleep. Two people walked under the light of streetlamps: he walked in front, she dangled somewhere behind. As soon as she grabbed his hand, he sighed heavily.

“Hey, I think you should just go home.”

The next moment they were at the train station.

“As soon as the train arrived, I immediately left. It’s not like I had the choice though, especially when he tried so desperately to send me home. I was constantly checking the time: another hour and I would be at home. There are 40 minutes left. There’s half an hour left. There-“

The third Monday of July. She was found unconscious by the train driver in a pool of blood. There was only one stop left to reach her home city.