When my real identity was exposed, the woman said, "I'm sorry. But I really can't do anything! It's true!"
I still looked at her silently.She lost her composure and stood up after a while. "I'm going to get a cup of tea—" she said, trying to escape my sight.
I took a break and hit her from behind.
She didn't do much to resist, which surprised me a bit.
It's almost like—yes, like a squashed matchbox.
Falls silently, and turns into a ring of unsightly flesh.I felt as if time stood still for a moment, and then silence surrounded me.
After standing still for a few seconds, I began to clean up quickly.The mind is almost terribly calm.
When I was done tidying up, I looked down at her.
Sure enough, this woman also knew the real answer.It's just cunningly hiding it with weak reasons.
The fire of my hatred cannot be quenched.