The night he died....
I hated that day.
I hated that day so much.
It was only made worse after his body was found.
Everyone was in shock, especially her.
After that day, I refused to talk to any of them.
But then, she came to my house.
She acted like she was truly grieving, like she actually cared.
But once I tasted the poison that was mixed with the tea, I know it was all a facade.
I hate her.
She can never be redeemed, only destroyed.
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