PETER. No!

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         peter received a headshot straight in the head but he didn't fall the time he looked worst.
         He looked dead and far gone in addition to the way he was walking with blood dripping from his body. The boss was surprised with what was happening in front of him, he didn't notice other right in front of him.
          Before he noticed what was happening, it was too late. Peter stabbed his throat with the hook and hit his head with the sledge hammer ripping out his throat in the process and making his neck open . He fell down dead on the floor with blood gushing out like water fall . After peter was sure he was dead, he also fell down and just stayed on the floor refusing to die even with the headshot... Shortly after, he passed out.
          Few minutes later, krai arrived at the gate of her huge mansion around midnight so she decides to climb. She couldn't see well but everywhere was silent -too silent-
          She kept walking but a little bit more faster for an unknown reason. She stumbled on something and  on feeling it, it was a body but not one of hers. She didn't bother about the body anymore as she stumbled, she stood up running inside with one person on her mind "peter"
         She finally got inside the house and her eyes searched around the room for peter who seemed to be on the floor and covered with blood probably dead but not in the same position as before .
           Tears starts to flow out uncontrollably from krai's eyes on the sighting of her father. "Das please wake up you said we'd make memories together before I leave Italy" she said with tears in her eyes and her voice cracking midway.
          "Dad please wake up don't make me remember my past, don't die please!" She wept loudly
... I don't know how it feels like to loose the last person in your life that love you dearly but I do know it's painful...
          Shortly after, krai went on a killing spree with tears in her eyes but after a few kills, her face became as cold as ice with nothing written on it than a long void that expresses nothiness.
          She returned home early the next morning fully okay but on reaching inside, she spotted peter's dead body and burst into tears again.
         She couldn't bear to keep seeing his dead body but she couldn't goin it either. Not because she was scared but because her mom couldn't bear the concept of burying the last person who loves her in the whole world  with her own hands .
          Krai went into her room, laid down on her bed with her  bloody cloth motionlessly for a few hours then she went to take a shower and wash out all the blood on her body.
          Even after she was cleaned, krai stayed under the shower as if waiting for the water to wash her pain away but life wasn't a fairy tale.
           She got out of the shower, wore a clean cloth and was about to leave when she decided to go to peter's room one last time before she leaves Italy.
          Krai got to his room, looked around and was about to leave when her eyes landed on a black letter right on his bed.
         Peter and krai had different ways of communicating to each other. The colors she disliked the most were bad news while the ones she liked were good news. Letters written in one of her favorite color not on her most favorite color means it's both good and bad news.
          One of her favorite colors was black so the news was both bad and good. she sat on his bed, opened the letter and read;
         Hey my love, if you're reading this letter then it means am dead and am 97 percent sure you went on a killing spree. Don't use me being dead as an excuse for revenge or to stay in Italy. I still want you to find a school in London. Krai you're a really smart girl, don't waste it okay? Be happy and just forget about me. I wasn't going to be alone for ever and you're aren't gonna be either so make the most of it.
                            Love u from here
                               Peter.

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