Slide, slide. The blade moved down the sternum. The surroundings were quiet, and that silence saw another life depart. Death is nothing more than a simple cycle where organic matter becomes fertilizer for the soil, nourishment for life.

Even in a scene so nauseating that vomit rose to the throat, the reason his fingertips could remain clean was surely a flawlessness that remained uncontaminated by such crude things. Sadness, anger, fear. All the tedious melodrama poured out simply oxidizes and flows away.

One day, it rained cats and dogs. The small figure in black mourning clothes was like a drowning corpse barely clinging to breath.

"Excuse me, hey..."

"Could you... could you stay with me for a moment?"

It wasn't some romantic attraction or a savior's impulse. Much less a fateful sensation striking like lightning. It was a perfect coincidence for which no reason could be found.

That was the starting point of a strange relationship, devoid of any romance or causality.

Since that day, she leaned on me like a habit. Her anxiety didn't care for day or night, prompting her to call, and on nights when she had nightmares, she would eventually come to find me. She would often fall asleep curled up in the corner of the sofa as if it were her only bunker.

She was thoroughly unstable, could not endure the sensation of loneliness, and sought an absolute object to crave warmth from. Because I was in that spot, because I existed within arm's reach, she hung on to me willingly.

She was terribly ashamed of that fragility of hers. One day, she would hold onto me urgently like an animal, fearing I might leave, yet in her most miserable moments, she would suddenly act cold as if she had regained her reason, distancing herself instead.

I do not love this creature, who turns away from everything and is swayed by impurities.