Two different people sat down at the moment; one, a boy, and the other, a girl; one just bought a brand new car and sat in it, enjoying the wits that brought the car; one sat down with the picture of a sibling who just committed suicide, the pain twisting like a sharp knife; one was praised and revered; one had the cold eyes of vengeance.
She had seen how happy he was with his bride-to-be; she made him happy, she observed. Very soon, both of them would know unthinkable sorrow that would make them suffer, truly suffer.
Instead of responding, she slashed the knife on his bare thighs. He yelped in pain, and as the blood gushed out, his vision blurred with anguish. Then she said amidst laughter: