It is still a mystery to me...
All that happened at the same date and month from last year.
Why do people kill innocent ones?
Will they benefit from killing?
Killing is bad in God's eyes and of people's.
What are their reasons from doing such?
You tell me I'm a freak if I tell you that my dog passed away last year.
Yes, a dog is the reason why I act unlady, childish.
That dog is as precious as a treasure 'cause it's the only thing that he left to me.
It is precisely not mine. It's his, but I'm taking it as mine and it's my obligation to take care of his only pet.
Wanna know the story?
Once upon a time, there were best friends. Childhood best friends. If you're thinking that there are hard feelings involved, then sorry to tell you that there were none. They're only best friends. It was his seventeenth birthday that time. The girl doesn't have a gift in mind for him, but she remembered what he told her when they were little. He said, "I wish I could have a pet, a dog, honestly. I want to take good care of him like what fathers do to their children."
Obviously, I'm the girl who I'm talking about. I gave him a dog, yes. His reaction was priceless when I handed him his present. He was very happy that time. Hours passed by and we heard gunshots. People got panic. I looked for the birthday celebrant and there, I saw him.
My world stopped and does my heartbeat.
It's like the time froze for an instant when I saw his body.
Lying...
Covered with blood...
And then, I couldn't help myself and I screamed. I went near him while crying. It's like thousands of knives were thrown in me. I lost him, an ever-loving best friend of mine.
Once again, I screamed, "Craaaig!"
His death made me stronger and braver.
I promise I'll give our dog and your death's justice, best friend.
