This is the beginning of the story for you... But for me, it's a repetition of many of my bodies in my life.

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It's been a long time. Something's not clear in my head,

A sudden love, she had fallen in love... in love with her own murderer!.....

"Chali"

Carrot-colored hair, eyes like the sea Happy and carefree But he too... died one day......

I saw her beautifying herself like crazy. She would fix her hair, wear the most beautiful clothes, and apply perfume.

At home, she laughs loudly and jumps up and down on the sofas.

She paints, writes love letters, and screams with joy.

The sound of her screams was a little unpleasant to me ... both me and ??? ...

??? He told me not to pay too much attention to Chali, he said that girl was crazy, he said that all people in love are crazy, he was telling the truth.....

Days, months, and years passed, and I watched as Chali became more and more depressed every day.