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fanfic 3 ✨Be with me until death✨

I hate someone, I hate it to the core. Hated him so much that he wanted to break his arms, cut off his ears, and gouge out his eyes before these hands killed him, just like he did.
Michael, the person I loved the most, the person I valued more than anything in the world, died by his hands. I cannot remember the terrible feeling the day I saw my lover being tortured to death by his hands. My chest felt like it had been split open, my heart had been pushed in and ripped out. He died that night.
Ilay Riegrow. I gritted my teeth. I hate him. Hate him so much.
I just wish he never appeared in my life. No, in this life, I wish he didn't exist.
Why can such a cruel and cold-blooded person live without retribution?
Why can that hand, which is stained with the blood of so many people, still calmly live with everything according to his wishes?
Why doesn't God punish sinners like him? How earnest I was.

But perhaps, God doesn't exist in this world, so I have to become my own God.
I will make him pay.
I will take away the thing he values most in the world. It's fair, right? I will make him live worse than die.
Determining what that thing is isn't entirely difficult.
That murderer, who was so cold and heartless that he didn't even look like a human being, especially respected an Asian man.
When I first learned the information, I just found it nonsense. Would someone like him run around everywhere, go crazy searching for someone, and then make himself wanted globally?
So, I've been trying to track it for a while. Extremely difficult. Because he is a sensitive person, only especially on days when it is determined that he is absent from home is monitoring carried out to avoid revealing traces.
Different from the rumors about the person who drove him crazy to the point of confusion, that Asian guy looked so normal that it was abnormal.
Or because I expected more.
He had an aura that I knew from a glance that he was kind. All the things he does every day have nothing to do with the bloody world where he and I live.
Such a person would surely abhor evil, so why get involved with him?
I can not understand.
But that doesn't matter. Because I have determined that is his fatal weakness.
He hid it from him with all the meticulousness and care.
One time he waited for him outside the gate, they kissed right there.
At that moment I knew for sure who my prey should be.

Because he, a person living with the sin he himself spread, was always terribly vigilant. If it weren't for my eyes being so immersed and infatuated with the person in front of me, perhaps the fact that I was hiding in a place just 50ft away would have been exposed long ago.
Till one day.
He left home in a blue Bentley to a nearby local market.
A rare opportunity, because he rarely goes so far that he has to use a car.
But it was my fault for being too subjective in thinking he was just a useless guy being supported by others, so that day I tried to attack him without a specific plan.
His ability to defend and escape dangerous situations is surprisingly good.
At least I couldn't kill myself with a self-defense knife in my hand.
I let my prey slip away once.
That mistake came at the cost of me not being able to attack him in Berlin. That crazy guy, he especially valued the Asian young man, so continuing to watch and wait was not only stupid but also useless.
Straight to half a year later.

I hate him even more. I don't know how I lived that half a year in a consuming hatred. but soon, once this grudge is resolved, I will go see Michael again.
When I heard that he was traveling alone to Venice, I immediately flew straight there.
How should I kill him? A knife? Or put a bullet in the temple? I couldn't control my trembling excitement throughout the trip and thought about the murder plan. How can I make his death as sudden as possible to fill the hole of my hatred?
Bomb? It flashed in my mind, what if a bomb shattered his body so that he wouldn't even be able to recognize the pieces? What would he do if he saw the person he loved the most die without kindness?
So, in the heart of the floating city of Venice, I blew up the boat he was sitting on with a homemade timed bomb after observing the boat rental routine every morning.
Ahaha. I laugh. My whole body trembled. I trembled with joy as I watched the boat crumble into pieces on the clear blue water. So Jeong Taeui, the person I had been following for a whole year, the person that the murderer cherished so much, was reduced to a pile of shredded flesh.
My whole body was shaking. I couldn't control my crying. I cried for my perfect revenge plan, and I cried for Michael.
Ah, it turns out the person I love can never come back to me again. Even though I killed the person someone loved the most, the person I love can never come back to life.
My heart ached to the point of suffocation.
The devil who made my life like this, he will soon have to experience that feeling.
Thinking so, I stayed in Venice to witness the last beautiful scene in my life.
Just a few hours after the explosion, he was here.
The whole neighborhood was now rioting in horror and police and people crowded the scene. How can we easily confirm their identities when the people on that boat are now shattered without limbs? But I don't know why, he-Ilay Riegrow came here so quickly. Unbelievably fast and standing in the crowd with an unmistakable silhouette.
I ventured to join the crowd. In any case, the only objective has been accomplished, so I don't care if the police sniff out the culprit.
Just to see him suffer, even if he died, I would smile with satisfaction.
My eyes were glued to him without leaving even for a second.