She's dead.
It had been a week since she died. And four days ago, when I entered her room, I found a note on a small scratched paper in her blanket.
It was written as if the writer was running out of time and in a hurry. Cursive piece, He did.
"Who is he?"
I walked out of her room and tried to investigate as if I was an inspector. I tried talking to her mother but she didn't know anything about it. I tried her friends but none. I went back to my room and found everything.
I did.
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