The person starts groping my body.
I grab a bottle of wine.
I smash it over their head.
The bottle breaks.
Wine and blood get on my dress.
Red stains the body.
Nobody notices.
I throw the wine bottle away.
I walk out of the building.
I see his grave.
I feel a lump in my throat.
I walk towards his grave.
I drop down and start sobbing.
Why...why did he have to die...?
I stand up and walk away.
This is all your fault.
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