Love for someone is nice, sweet, warm, soothing, and really enjoyable. But what if he or she disapproves of your feelings or pays no attention to you? Then love becomes hateful, painful, dangerous, and deadly.
On a busy four-way traffic road, a white car sped up and maintained a speed of 40 km/h. The driver was a 25-year-old man. His name was Richard Smith. He wore a long-sleeved light blue shirt, black trousers, and shiny polished black shoes. He was light-skinned, with curly black hair.
A tall, flat-topped building loomed in the distance. It was so high that only the blue sky and a few clouds were visible above. Richard thought, "What's this place? How did I get here?"
"Ricky?" a female voice called. He turned around, but no one was there. The voice came again, this time from all directions, accompanied by an echo. Alarmed, Richard turned and saw her—a slightly dark-skinned girl, almost his age, dressed in a long red dress.
"Brianna? Is it really you?" he asked.
"Yes. I want to ask something from you," she began.
"Of which is?"
"I've been your friend for a while, and I feel something for you. Please, Richard, I want to be all yours."
Richard was startled. "What if I humbly say no?" he asked.
"You don't want me?" Brianna whispered, her face darkening.
"You don't want me?" Brianna repeated, her voice trembling.
Richard hesitated. "We can talk this over calmly, Brianna," he said, stepping back cautiously.
But Brianna's expression hardened. "You leave me no choice," she muttered, pulling out a sharp dagger that materialized in her right hand. She began walking toward him.
"Brianna, stop! We can solve this in a better way!" Richard pleaded, continuing to step back.
Brianna's steps quickened. He stumbled and slipped near the edge of the rooftop, almost falling off. She raised the dagger, ready to strike.
For a few seconds, time seemed to freeze. Richard's heart raced as she launched the dagger toward him.
"Nooooo!" he screamed, bracing himself.