The whole night passed by crying and barely sleeping. Nicolas' bloody body, his unconscious face, his last kiss, and his voice were echoing in my ears and the whole scene was playing in front of my eyes, whenever I tried to close my eyes. Imagining Nicolas dead was so difficult for me. It was increasing my inner turmoil and the fear of losing something significant. Amidst all the mess, the maid Scarlett left food in my room for dinner. But I was not in the condition of eating something right then. My appetite was long gone.After Scarlett, none came into my room. The whole house was a mess. Shattered glasses, furniture, and blood were everywhere.The next morning, I woke up with a bitter headache and red eyes. I managed to freshen up and take a quick shower but didn't make a move to leave the room.The previous night's activities would keep rolling in my mind if I let myself get outside. I couldn't believe that Delilah was dead. I never thought that Delilah was mentally ill. She jus
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