"Estelle, do you know why Derrick killed himself?"
I didn't say a word.
I really hate it when they call me Estelle.
Elle is enough.
"We're sure you know something about this, Estelle please."
"I have no idea."
"He was your boyfriend, dear. I mean, just any hint?"
"No hints, no clues."
"He was veracious to you, Estelle. He told you everything, right?"
I faked a smile.
"We know it, we know how our son, Derrick, loved you."
You don't know any single thing about Deck.
You only gave the material things he needed, not love.
Yes. A slap to both of your faces.
And a hundred slaps to mine.
Why?
Because we don't know why Deck, my loving boyfriend, killed himself.
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Why Deck Killed Himself
Kısa Hikaye❝everything he saw was black so he ran away to the dark paradise.❞ [language: english || very short chapters]
