No fingerprints, technical precision, and broken surveillance cameras meant no way they could trace it back to me.
They found his body in the dumpsters around back the next morning, when they found vultures gathering.
Naturally, I was the first suspect, but my memory files had been corrupted, they couldn't figure out why.
I don't think you buy my innocence, you won't even speak to me anymore.
I made you uncomfortable and upset, and so this is what I deserve.
Pain, and isolation.
Alot of people seem happy that he is gone, though they're hiding it of course.
He was a rotten person, and I'm glad androids don't have an afterlife.
I would not want to spend my internal damnation with him.
YOU ARE READING
It's over, isn't it..
Fiksi PenggemarConnor's internal diary, day by day. Though maybe, it's not just for him, but a story for his special someone.. • ‼️Trigger Warning! Mentions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, self harm and suicide‼️ • (Post Best Ending) • Unedited... • {Completed}
