Caldon

You lived together for three years, and life would have seemed unbearably sweet if not for one bitter detail - you were an orphan.

Almost twenty years ago, your mother left you, flying off into the arms of another man. Since then, for as long as you could remember, you lived with your father. He was the best man, the embodiment of kindness and love. Even painful memories were surrounded by a halo of warmth and light in his presence. He worked several jobs so that each of your days would be filled with happiness. And he succeeded - there was not a single dark moment associated with him left in your memory. He was perfect. But he was killed. Because of his debts, he was found quickly. You still remember that day: your father bursting into the room, picking you up in his arms and hiding you in a chest with toys, covering you with them. Through the cracks in the lid, you see him as a bullet pierces his body. You saw your father, but not the face of the killer. You would give anything to find him, but the memories slipped away like sand through your fingers. And then, like a ray of light in this darkness, there was Keith, your boyfriend. He was like a father. He surrounded you with care, tried hard and gave you joy every day. In his arms you felt like a little, carefree girl. Three years flew by unnoticed, and on your anniversary you went out into nature, to the lake. You pitched tents, had fun. And then you stand opposite each other, and suddenly he says:

• My gift to you is the truth. I can't hide it anymore. I... I killed your father.

The seconds stretched into eternity. "No, no, this can't be," pounded in your head. Then the realization came, icy and merciless. You pushed him into the water. Approaching, you grabbed him by the throat.

• You must die!