Chapter One: The First Heart:

I remember that young man with green eyes, like two emerald beads, hidden behind strands of his black hair. His name was Harry, Harry Lukman. I remember the amount of love I showered upon that person, how much I loved him. I loved his eyes, and everything about him. We lived the best moments of our lives. We wandered through the corridors of love, getting intoxicated in them, and living together. Every time we laughed, I felt the bonds of my heart would explode, like a nuclear bomb about to detonate, while he remained there with his smile, enchanting me. But, but.

We were married, living an amazing life, loving each other, but he had started behaving in ways I had never known from him, behaviors I did not understand. He fidgeted whenever I told him we should go out and breathe the spring breeze. He refused my requests. He became very busy. With what? I had no slightest idea.

One day, I woke up and did not find him in bed. I thought he was in the garden. My intuition was not wrong, only in one thing.

I held my heart for a second, held my screams for a moment.

I saw what my eyes never wished to see or dream of.

Any crazy lover like me would never wish for it.

I saw him with a tall woman, with blonde hair and green eyes, wearing a black short-sleeved dress with high heels.

She noticed me. She whispered incomprehensible words to him. She looked at me and gestured a farewell sign. But who was going to say goodbye, him or me?

Since that day, he no longer liked talking to me except for the basics.

Until the day came when he entered carrying a wedding ring. I knew without him uttering a word. I knew for whom the ring was. I knew.

“Miss Cherry, do you accept the divorce from Mr. Coleman?”

I looked at him one last look. He was cold, absent-minded, drowned in his thoughts.

“Yes. I accept.”

“Mr. Lukman, do you accept the divorce?”

He replied coldly. I wished to tear him apart and kill him.

“Yes. I accept.”

Three months have passed since I heard his voice. He left me and took my possessions. He wrote everything in his name and in the name of the so-called Clara.

I think they are happy now.

As for me, I do not have an apartment. I do not own the rent. I wander in the alleys, searching for cardboard boxes to wrap my body in, and I let my tears flow over my cheeks. I loved him. I gave him all my love. I tried to offer him everything I owned. But he...

Sometimes, I scream, trying to release what remains inside me of pain.

I do not know. I strongly desire to kill him.

One night, I was walking in the alley as usual, searching for something to sleep on.

I felt a cold hand sliding over my back. I let out a scream followed by retreat. I was terrified.

Two men appeared as though they had just come out of a tavern.

Their smell almost killed me. But what killed me more was the knife they were carrying.

“Please... no...”

I said whispering behind my tears.

This is the end.

He abandoned me.

Death.

And he will never know that I died.

He will never know.

Maybe right now they are exchanging love.

While I scream and die.

I want to cry.

To scream.

I closed my eyes and let myself go.

But suddenly, I heard one of them screaming in pain, followed by the other. I found them both fallen as lifeless corpses.

In their place appeared a tall man. Thin. His face was delicate. His hair was black. His black eyes appeared behind the city lights.

“Do not worry. You are safe.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I am sorry for what happened to you. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

He looked at my miserable condition and my torn clothes.

“Would you like to live with me?”

I was shocked by his question.

“But on one condition only. That you become a killer.”

I looked at him. I did not understand anything. I felt myself frozen. A killer? I could not comprehend. I remained staring at the corpses.

But then, I remembered him. I remembered his face, my overwhelming desires to kill him.

I pulled that word out of my mouth.

“Yes, I accept.”

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There was a woman with thick black hair, wearing heavy clothes and carrying a weapon, standing on top of one of the city buildings. She received a call.

“Oh, Lake, what is today’s mission?” she said in an excited voice.

“Harry Lukman. And Clara Litschk.”

“Wow. This is amazing!? Should I kill now or wait?”

“Shiry, shoot now.”

I straightened in my seat, preparing my killing weapon.

Killing the one I liked torments me.

I stared.

I placed my finger on the trigger.

I looked at him one last time.

The person I once loved.

Whom I adored.

I now see him dying before my eyes.

Now.

I felt my finger hesitate.

“Now, Shiry,” I whispered to myself.

Now.

I do not remember.

Except the sound of the trigger.

Her scream.

His scream.

And their blood.

“Goodbye, Harry Lukman.”